Classic Poem

Hail gracious G EORGE ! this blithsome Morn,
Whereon, bright Monarch! thou wert born:
Endow'd by Nature with each Charm,
That might the coldest Bosom warm;
With ev'ry Virtue richly stor'd,
Nay, all that Heaven cou'd afford,
To make thee fear'd, admir'd, and lov'd,
Thy ev'ry Sentiment approv'd,
From Wisdom, still, is known to rise;
For G EORGE'S Actions speak him wise.
No bombast Wit, but solid Sense
Appears in modest Eloquence;
And Reas'ning sound, is known to spring
From G EORGE'S Lips, — our Patriot King.

Sedition, by thy gentle Sway,
Shall hide her Head, and die away;
Her Sons, asham'd to own her Cause,
Shall quit her Banner: — and our Laws
Unshaken by their Foes, shall stand,
Our G EORGE ! the Guardian of our Land.
Destructive Malice shall dissolve,
And Hatred into Love resolve;
Cabals and Parties, shun the Light,
And sink into eternal Night:
No one shall with the other vie,
Save, who best keeps up Harmony.
The Lion, thus united grows
A Terror to his distant Foes;
Each Member acting with the Head,
Shall make the World, his Power dread.

Entwin'd the Rose and Thistle join,
For G EORGE is sprung from Scota 's Loin;
And who shou'd not approve the Stem,
Which gave to England such a Gem?
Transplanted into Eden 's Breast,
It is of richer Soil possest;
The Thistle 's scented by the Rose,
That with the Thistle stronger grows,
And, join'd, an equal Lustre throws.
The Thistles Purple Hue, display
The Colour of the King's Array:
The Rose, the Emblem is of Health,
It's Prickles Strength, and Sweetness Wealth;
And may each Blessing they declare,
Fall to our Royal Sov'reign's Share.
May Health and Strength, with Wealth attend
His gracious Steps, and Blessings send
Still to his Wish, without an End.
May Length of Days, with lasting Peace,
His Happiness, — and our's encrease;
His Royal Issue fill the Throne,
And G EORGE still shine, where G EORGE had shone:
From G EORGE , successive G EORGE'S spring,
In Name and Sense — our present King.