when some fair bark first glides into the sea, glad shouts of thousands echo to the sky, and as she leaves the land fond hearts beat high, with hope and fear; and prayers are heard, that he who stirs and calms the deep, her guide may be; that over sunny seas her path may lie; and that she still may find, when storms are high, safe anchor underneath some sheltering lee. even so thy subjects' hopes and prayers, fair queen! go with thee:—clouds above thy bark may brood, and rocks and shoals beset thine unknown way; but thou in virtue bold may'st steer serene through tempests; england's glory and her good the load-star of thy course, and heaven thy stay.
