He who from Coromandel's shores This foul reproach ere long shall be effaced, 9. Now may that blessed edifice The spotless Tudor, he whom Death Too early summon'd to his heavenly throne. For Brunswick's line was this great work reserved, For Brunswick's fated line; They who from papal darkness, and the thrall Of that worst bondage which doth hold The immortal spirit chain'd, Saved us in happy hour. Fitly for them was this great work reserved; That wish which with the good, Through all succeeding times would rank his name, VOL. III. Might learn the Book, which all 10. From public fountains the perennial stream O England! wheresoe'er thy churches stand, Is laid, as in a garner, treasured up, 11. Train up thy children, England! in the ways Thy bulwarks where, but in their breasts? Shall not their numbers therefore be thy wealth, There should be dwellings where the new-born babe Doth bring unto its parent's soul no joy! Where squalid Poverty Receives it at its birth, And on her wither'd knees Gives it the scanty food of discontent! 12. Queen of the Seas! enlarge thyself; But with more precious gifts than Greece or Tyre Or elder Egypt, to the world bequeath'd; Just laws, and rightful polity, And, crowning all, the dearest boon of Heaven, Its word and will reveal'd. Queen of the Seas! enlarge The place of thy pavilion. Let them stretch 13. Queen of the Seas! enlarge thyself; Though centuries or millenniums intervene, Thy language, and thy spirit shall be found,.. Or late-explored Missouri's pastures wide, Or in that Austral world long sought, The many-isled Pacific,.. yea where waves, Now breaking over coral reefs, affright The venturous mariner, When islands shall have grown, and cities risen By whatsoever name the land be call'd, Beneath their own unwieldy weight; 14. Train up thy children, England, in the ways Of righteousness, and feed them with the bread Of wholesome doctrine. Send thy swarms abroad! Send forth thy humanizing arts, Thy stirring enterprize, Thy liberal polity, thy Gospel light! Reclaim the savage! O thou Ocean Queen! Be these thy toils when thou hast laid He who hath blest thine arms Will bless thee in these holy works of Peace! Father! thy kingdom come, and as in Heaven Thy will be done on Earth! Keswick. |