Classic Poem

Nature wake,
Muses speak,
Clothe the Spring,
Touch the String,
Cupids Sport,
Round the Court,
Like the Prince,
Charms dispense,
Whose early Ray,
Gives Britain promise of resplendent Day.

The flow'ry Prime,
Delights a Time,
The hopeful Bloom,
Sheds rich Perfume,
Then Fruits appear,
To crown the Year;
So, lovely Boy,
Thy Spring employ,
That thy sweet Youth
Be crown'd with Fruits of Wisdom, Virtue, Truth.

Ye, to whose Care
Britannia's Heir
Is now consign'd,
To form his Mind;
O to your Trust,
Be firmly just;
Let Flatt'ry ne'er
Infect his Ear,
So shall he be
Worthy to rule a People, Brave and Free,

Oft let him trace
His God-like Race!
Their noble Story,
Inspiring Glory!
His Parents Eyes,
With glad Surprize,
Shall view a Son,
Worthy their Throne,
And Albion bless
The Royal Progeny's desir'd Increase.