THE
ROYAL
VOYAGE
.
BY
THE
SAME
.
I.
HIGH
on
the
bounding
bark
the
Royal
Fair
Mounts
o'er
the
billows
of
the
watery
way
;
Serene
as
Cynthia
thro'
the
fields
of
air
,
Queen
of
the
Night
extends
her
cloudless
ray
,
When
all
the
forests
tremble
to
the
gleam
,
And
the
transparent
seas
reflect
the
silver
beam
.
But
see
the
whitening
surge
,
the
gathering
clouds
;
Hark
!
the
winds
whistle
thro'
the
shrowds
,
They
bow
the
mast
,
they
rend
the
sail
,
The
sea-worn
mariner
is
pale
,
And
views
the
blackening
storm
,
and
hears
th'
increasing
gale
.
But
not
,
O
Royal
Maid
,
Let
Fear
thy
breast
invade
:
Know
,
happy
Fair
!
approv'd
by
heaven
,
To
thee
the
empire
of
the
Main
is
given
,
In
vain
loud
winds
the
deep
deform
,
Love
shall
triumphant
ride
the
storm
.
Peace
!
every
roaring
child
of
troubled
air
:
Unmov'd
the
Queen
of
sea-girt
Albion
sings
;
Her
flying
fingers
touch
the
strings
;
Around
their
Queen
the
trembling
train
repair
:
Her
courage
lifts
their
own
;
Her
music
sooths
their
care
.
II
.
Happy
Queen
of
Albion's
isle
,
On
whom
the
Loves
and
Graces
smile
:
Haste
from
Germania's
plain
,
and
death-devoted
shore
,
Soon
thy
weary
steps
shall
try
A
happier
land
,
a
milder
sky
,
Where
no
din
of
arms
shall
roar
,
Nor
winds
,
nor
swelling
seas
assault
thee
more
.
Thus
,
'midst
the
storms
which
blow
O'er
Thracian
hills
of
snow
,
Orpheus
tun'd
the
golden
lyre
,
And
saw
the
beasts
of
death
retire
.
Thus
fearless
of
the
night
,
and
watery
grave
,
Leander's
bosom
met
the
wave
,
While
Love
before
him
flew
his
way
to
guide
,
And
thro'
the
foaming
tide
Gave
to
his
nervous
arm
redoubled
power
,
While
Hymen
shook
the
torch
bright
on
the
distant
tower
.
Hail
!
happy
fires
of
mutual
love
unknown
,
To
purchas'd
dalliance
and
tumultuous
joy
;
True
Pleasure
sits
on
Virtue's
awful
throne
;
There
all
the
Loves
their
golden
shafts
employ
:
Mild
and
unclouded
the
eternal
flame
,
Reward
of
virtuous
Love
,
and
Heaven's
best
blessing
came
.
III
.
Swift
the
wing'd
Hours
shall
urge
their
stealing
way
,
Nor
oft
the
waning
moon
shall
know
decay
Ere
a
new
race
shall
rise
of
scepter'd
kings
.
From
thee
,
Strelisian
Fair
,
the
future
hero
springs
.
See
,
the
long
lines
of
royal
youths
extend
,
To
Britain's
throne
new
subjects
bend
;
Where'er
her
glittering
standards
rise
,
In
other
seas
,
in
other
skies
,
Shall
spread
the
godlike
fame
of
mildest
victories
.
Auspicious
youths
be
born
!
Arise
!
O
haste
!
your
native
soil
adorn
!
Not
valorous
arms
alone
Shall
guard
the
regal
throne
;
But
shining
arts
,
and
holy
laws
,
And
ancient
Freedom's
well-defended
cause
,
Shall
lift
secure
your
praise
sublime
Thro'
all
the
radiant
paths
of
time
.
On
Dorubernian
cliffs
the
Muse
hath
told
,
Prophetic
child
of
Druids
old
,
Whereon
she
sits
,
and
hears
from
either
pole
In
every
wind
victorious
thunders
roll
.