To You! whose gracious Goodness plumes her Wings,
By whom she lives, by whom inspir'd, she sings:
Long may she celebrate your sacred BIRTH;
Long may You stay from Heav'n, to bless the Earth;
To chear the Royal Sov'reign of our ISLE;
Increase his Joys, or soften all his Toil;
Who now, while Death in purple Triumph reigns,
And sanguine Floods pollute the distant Plains;
Watchful o'er  Fate, employs his Care,
Or wisely to avert, or bravely meet the War.