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Poetry.
POETRY .
ODE . TO THE KING ON HIS ARRIVAL AT WEYMOUTH .
BY THE REV . MR . TASKER .
Ttllrl nation ' s loyal vows shall not be vain ! Goddess of Health , Hygeia ! from the mala Wafted by healing breezes rise ; Aid the mild influence of the skies : Expand thy Zephyr ' s gentle gales O ' er Dorset hills , and Melcombe ' s vales : Pure air from strengthening ocean bring Fragrant and fresh for Britain's king :
Pure air instinct with native power , Unsoil'd by noxious herb or flower . II . God of the Sea ! ( whose torrents cease to roar . And in slow tide , Delighted glide On Royal Melcombe ' s * circling shore )
. From hidden treasures . of thy wealth , Give that most precious jewel—health :-And yield it as a tribute free , . Great ruler of the deep from thee : Establish'd health—most brilliant gem That can adorn a monarch's diadem . III .
God of the Sea ! since George hath deign'd to lave In thy salt stream , and vigour-giving wave : Brace to . new strength his scepter'd hand , Strongly to grasp the ensign of command , And raise it high 1 'till distant realms obey And court the umpire of its righteous sway : Second to thee , let him controul the main , But , o'er Bis subjects' hearts without a rival reign , IV . Great God of healing , heat , and light . ' O Sol I elate in beaming car ,
In radiant course conspicuous far , Dispel invidious shades of night , Resume thy wonted splendors bright , Bid the ripe corn-fields laugh and sing , In joyful sympathy with Britain ' s King ; Diffuse o ' er Charlotte ' s cheek the lasting smile , Thence let the cheering beam illumine Albion ' s Isle !
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Poetry.
POETRY .
ODE . TO THE KING ON HIS ARRIVAL AT WEYMOUTH .
BY THE REV . MR . TASKER .
Ttllrl nation ' s loyal vows shall not be vain ! Goddess of Health , Hygeia ! from the mala Wafted by healing breezes rise ; Aid the mild influence of the skies : Expand thy Zephyr ' s gentle gales O ' er Dorset hills , and Melcombe ' s vales : Pure air from strengthening ocean bring Fragrant and fresh for Britain's king :
Pure air instinct with native power , Unsoil'd by noxious herb or flower . II . God of the Sea ! ( whose torrents cease to roar . And in slow tide , Delighted glide On Royal Melcombe ' s * circling shore )
. From hidden treasures . of thy wealth , Give that most precious jewel—health :-And yield it as a tribute free , . Great ruler of the deep from thee : Establish'd health—most brilliant gem That can adorn a monarch's diadem . III .
God of the Sea ! since George hath deign'd to lave In thy salt stream , and vigour-giving wave : Brace to . new strength his scepter'd hand , Strongly to grasp the ensign of command , And raise it high 1 'till distant realms obey And court the umpire of its righteous sway : Second to thee , let him controul the main , But , o'er Bis subjects' hearts without a rival reign , IV . Great God of healing , heat , and light . ' O Sol I elate in beaming car ,
In radiant course conspicuous far , Dispel invidious shades of night , Resume thy wonted splendors bright , Bid the ripe corn-fields laugh and sing , In joyful sympathy with Britain ' s King ; Diffuse o ' er Charlotte ' s cheek the lasting smile , Thence let the cheering beam illumine Albion ' s Isle !