BRITAIN'S
ISLE
.
ON
THE
DEATH
OF
FREDERIC
,
PRINCE
OF
WALES
.
BY
THE
SAME
.
WHO
but
remembers
yesterday
,
Remembers
Britain
happy
,
gay
;
Each
bard
inspir'd
with
sprightlier
lays
,
Already
sung
Saturnian
days
:
Already
Science
,
hand
in
hand
With
Art
,
had
Freedom's
temple
plann'd
.
All
wore
an
universal
smile
;
Such
were
the
hopes
of
Britain's
Isle
.
But
now
,
since
Fate
has
wrapt
in
night
The
nation's
and
mankind's
delight
;
Since
Frederic
now
for
ever
sleeps
,
Art
droops
again
,
and
Science
weeps
;
Corruption
(
who
had
spread
her
wing
,
To
fly
before
the
patriot
King
)
Her
flight
,
now
doubtful
,
stops
a
while
—
Adieu
the
hopes
of
Britain's
Isle
.