The New Hampshire Gazette

LONDON.

AN ODE.

ARGUMENT.

Britannia from a rock listening to the Bards (who recite the praises of the Heroes) on a signal from Neptune of the Queen's Approach, descends to receive and gratulate her Arrival.

I

BRITANNIA, from her rocky seat,
Attentive hears her bards repeat
The deeds of heroes, brave and free,
Who dauntless fought for liberty.

II

Neptune his awful trident shakes,
The wave in gentle murmur breaks
The royal bark, with swelling sail.
Triumphant bounds before the gale.

III

CHARLOTTE comes! ..... Britannia cries:
CHARLOTTE comes! .... resound the skies
CHARLOTTE comes! ... Great GEORGE's Bride,
In beauty's bloom, in virtue's pride.

IV

My sons, approach .... the rites begin:
Hail lovely CHARLOTTE! .. Albion's Queen:
Oh! welcome to this isle!
Where Freedom reigns, where Plenty smiles

V

Just Heav'n decreed thy matchless charms
Should bless the noblest Monarch's arms:
Be sacred held th' auspicious day,
That gave bright merit regal sway.

VI

My Bards ..... me dious raise the train,
To distant lands our joys proclaim;
While Echo wafts the grateful theme.
Hail, lovely CHARLOTTE! Albion's Queen!