These are Britannia's praises. Deign to trace,
With rapt reflection Freedom's favourite race!
But tho' the generous isle, in arts and arms,
Thus stands supreme, in Nature's choicest charms;
Tho' George and conquest guard her sea-girt throne,
One happier blessing still she calls her own;
And, proud a fresh increase of fame to view,
Crowns all her glory by possessing you.