On Mrs.
W——-'s Voyage to England. I.
While raging tempests shake the shore,
While Aeolus' thunders round us roar,
And sweep impetuous o'er the
Be still,
O tyrant of the main;
Nor let thy brow contracted frowns betray,
While my Susanna skims the wat'ry way. II.
The Pow'r propitious hears the lay,
The blue-ey'd daughters of the
With sweeter cadence glide along,
And Thames responsive joins the song.
Pleas'd with their notes Sol sheds benign his ray,
And double radiance decks the face of day.
II.
To court thee to Britannia's arms Serene the climes and mild the sky,
Her region boasts unnumber'd charms, Thy welcome smiles in ev'ry eye.
Thy promise,
Neptune keep, record my pray'r,
Not give my wishes to the empty air.
