XL.

When, after toil,
His native soil

The panting mariner regains,
What transport flows
From bare repose!

We reap our pleasure from our pains.

XLI.

Ye warlike slain !

Beneath the main,

Wrapt in a wat❜ry winding sheet;
Who bought with blood

Your country's good,

Your country's *full-blown glory greet.

XLII.

What pow'rful charm

Can death disarm?

You long, your iron slumbers break?
By Jove, by Fame,

By GEORGE's name,

Awake! awake! awake! awake!

XLIII.

With spiral shell,

Full blasted tell,

That all your wat'ry realms should ring;
Your pearl-alcoves,

Your coral-groves,

Should echo theirs, and Britain's king.

XLIV.

As long as stars

Guide mariners,

* Written soon after King George the first's accession.

AS CAROLINA's virtues please,
Or suns invite

The ravish'd sight,

The British flag shall sweep the seas.

XLV.

Peculiar both!

Our soil's strong growth,

And our bold natives' hardy mind;
Sure heaven bespoke

Our hearts and oak,

To give a master to mankind.

XLVI.

That noblest birth
Of teeming earth,

Of forests fair, that daughter proud, To foreign coasts

Our grandeur boasts,

And Britain's pleasure speaks aloud :

Hence, Britain lays

In scales, and weighs

The fate of kingdoms, and of kings; And as she frowns,

Or smiles, on crowns

A night, or day of glory, springs.

XLIX.

Thus Ocean swells

The streams and rills,

And to their borders lifts them high;
Or else withdraws
The mighty cause,

And leaves their famish'd channels dry.

SEA PIECE.

CONTAINING,

I.

The BRITISH Sailor's Exultation.

II. His Prayer before Engagement.