While she the anxious Peers with grace address'd.
Ye various rulers of th' extended shores,
Where bounteous day his brightest radiance pours;
On whose ripe vales the fat'ning deluge flows,
Luxuriance sits, eternal summer glows;
Say, can ye longer brook the savage hand,
That spreads destruction o'er the wasted land?
Can ye resistless see the ruthless chain
Still spread its horrors o'er th' unpeopled plain?
Look over yonder main that shakes the shores,