Ashore with admiration gazing stand.
Majestically slow before the breeze
She moved triumphant o’er the yielding seas;
Her bottom through translucent waters shone,
White as the clouds beneath the blaze of noon;
The bending wales their contrast next displayed,
All fore and aft in polished jet arrayed.
Britannia, riding awful on the prow,
Gazed o’er the vassal waves that rolled below:
Where’er she moved the vassal waves were seen