Classic Poem

That thou art loved of God, this work is done,
Great king, thy having of a second son:
And by thy blessing, may thy people see
How much they are beloved of God, in thee;
Would they would understand it! Princes are
Great aids to empire, as they are great care
To pious parents, who would have their blood
Should take first seisin of the public good,
As hath thy James; cleansed from original dross,
This day, by baptism, and his saviour's cross:
Grow up, sweet babe, as blessèd, in thy name,
As in renewing thy good grandsire's fame;
Methought, Great Britain in her sea, before,
Sat safe enough, but now securèd more.
At land she triumphs in the triple shade,
Her rose, and lily, intertwined, have made.
Oceano secura meo, securior umbris.