Ye mariners of England, That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!

Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave, oh! leave the light of Hope behind! What though my winged hours of bliss have been Like angels visits, few …

While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.

And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.