Thanks Winds, and Seas, and Ships, that wafted o’er,
Our Blessed Lady to the British Shore.
But above all, thanks be to Heaven alone,
That led Her from a State, unto a Throne;
Where She will hold (guided by th’ Hand of God.)
The Dovelike Sceptre not an Iron Rod:
So our late model, she may them Reform;
And with true English interest perform,
What James first promis’d; and advance our Glory,
Beyond the Limits of Ancestral Story;