Classic Poem

Oft has the Ocean-god, with rapturous gaze,
Seen circling glories round thy Britain blaze;
Her active corps with nimble zeal beheld,
With native courage, noble warmth impell'd,
Furl their vast sails, their glorious banners rear,
Unaw'd by numbers, unassail'd by fear;
Seen stubborn cords their nervous touch obey,
And pond'rous masts elastic bend as they;
Heard their bold thunder's undulating roar,
And mark'd the terrors of each hostile shore.