On our nation smile,
And Trade and Commerce
Bless the British Isle.”
in another, in a border of flowers, surmounted by a small ship, is this verse:—
“Glide on, my bark, the summer’s tide
Is gently flowing by thy side;
Around thy prow the waters bright,
In circling rounds of broken light,
Are glittering as if ocean gave
Her countless gems to deck the wave.”