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And oh! for this, for all her anxious days, And sleepless nights, her rich reward shall be,To see them walk in wisdom's pleasant ways, When from her guardian hand in riper age set free.
The brightest patterns then of female worth Her lov'd and lovely daughters shall appear;Her sons add lustre to the noblest birth, For ev'ry manly grace and virtue dear,Whatever path ordain'd by fate to tread, Honour shall be the guardian of their way—Virtue shall deck the wisdom of the head, "And reason calm the passion's madd'ning play.Like the sweet rose, the beauteous queen of flow'rs, Bright shall they bloom in fairest garb array'd,And when expir'd on earth their measur'd hours, Shall leave a name behind whose lustre cannot fade.
ADDRESS TO THE BRITISH NAVY. 1813.
Ye gallant souls! that nobly brave, Still guard Britannia's happy shore,Or vent'rous plough the trackless wave From Arctic to Antarctic's roar—How shall a simple Northern lyre Attempt such proud and lofty strain,As dares to sing your dauntless fire And triumphs on the subject main?
