Towers he waits, 'till Eastern Gales
Propitious rise to swell the
British
Sails.
Hither the Fame of
England's
Monarch brings
The Vows and Friendships of the neighb'ring Kings;
Mature in Wisdom, his extensive Mind
Takes in the blended Int'rests of Mankind,
The World's great Patriot. Calm thy anxious Breast,
Secure in him
, O Europe
take thy Rest;
Henceforth thy Kingdoms shall remain confined
By Rocks or Streams, the Mounds which Heav'n design'd:
The
Alps
their new-made Monarch shall restrain,
Nor shall thy Hills
, Pirene,