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48 Bright through the fleeting clouds the sunny ray Shifts o'er the fieldes, now gilds the woody dale, The flockes now whiten, now the ocean bay Beneath the radiance glistens clear and pale; And white from farre appeares the frequent sail, By Traffick spread. Moord where the land divides, The British red-cross waving in the gale, Hulky and black, a gallant warre ship rides, And over the greene wave with lordly port presides.

Fixt on the bulwark of the British powre Long gazd the Knight, with fretfull languid air; Then thus, indulging the reflective houre, Pours forth his soul: Oh, glorious happy care! To bid Britannias navies greatly dare, And through the vassal seas triumphant reign, To either India waft victorious warre, To join the poles in Trades unbounded chain, And bid the British Throne the mighty Whole sustain.