Led Britain’s conquering squadrons o’er the wave:
Where full in view Augusta’s spires are seen
With flowery lawns, and waving woods between,
An humble habitation rose, beside
Where Thames meand’ring rolls his ample tide:
There live the hope and pleasure of his life,
A pious daughter, and a faithful wife:
For his return with fond officious care
Still every grateful object these prepare:
Whatever can allure the smell or sight,