Royalty > On the Queens most glorious victories over the French king

                        ON THE

         HAPPY SITUATION

                        OF THE

            BRITISH ISLE.

BLeſs'd BRITISH Iſle, by HEAVENS propitious Hand,
Plac'd o'er the Mighty OCEAN to Command;
Adapted ſo, like Eden's Bliſsful Seat,
Our little WORLD is, that we Rule the Great.
To whoſe IMPERIAL FLAG all NATIONS bow,
And to whoſe SOVEREIGN POWER their Safety owe.
Whilſt round the CONTINENT the Wars increaſe,
Our HAPPY Iſle ſecurely reſts in PEACE.
Thus at our Pleaſure we our Friends Protect,
And from afar Inſulting FOES Correct;
Or Lov'd, or Dreaded, we're rever'd by All ;
And thus we Triumph round the SPACIOUS BALL.
Under a QUEENS Auſpicious GODLIKE SWAY,
To Whom, and to Kind HEAVEN, We Grateful Offerings
                                                                                (Pay.

Our Fertile Soil, each Uſeful Product yields;
We Trafick with the Surplus of our Fields :
What evers Rare, from Every CLIME we Gain,
Becomes our Due as Tribute of the MAIN.
ARABIAN Spice, and Healing Balms we bring;
Free from thoſe Sultry Beams, from whence they Spring,
In PERSIAN Silk our Beatious Females ſhine;
All Fruit we Taſte, and Drink of every Vine.
For GOLD we delve not with Laborious Toil,
Both INDIES flow with Treaſures to our ISLE.
Thus every Senſe is pleas'd with what's obtain'd,
And Paradice its ſelf, ſeems here regain'd.
What can We happy BRITAINS wiſh for more ?
We Range the WORLD and Reap all Natures Store.
What can compleat our Joys and make us ſtill more bleſs'd ?
But Gratitude and Love in every HEART expreſs'd.