Till Reinforc’t by thy Almighty Aid,
He Storms the Breach, and wins the Beauteous Fort.
To pay thee Homage, and receive thy Blessings,
The British Mariner quits native shore,
And ventures through the tractless vast Abyss,
Ploughing the Ocean, whilst the Upheav’d Oak
With beaked Prow, Rides tilting o’re the Waves;
Shockt by Tempestuous jarring Winds she Rolls
In Dangers Imminent, till she arrives
At those blest Climes, thou favour’st with thy presence.