O Thou! by whose almighty  the scale
Of empire rises, or alternate falls,
Send forth the saving  round the land,
In bright patrol: white  and social ;
The tender-looking  intent
On gentle deeds, and shedding tears thro' smiles;
Undaunted  and  of mind;
compos'd, and keen; sound
Healthful in heart and look; clear
With blushes reddening as she moves along,
Disorder'd at the deep regard she draws;
Rough ;  untry'd,
With copious life inform'd, and all awake:
While, in the radiant front, superior shines
That first paternal Virtue,
Who casts o'er all an equal, wide survey,
And ever musing on the common weal,
Still labours glorious with some brave design.