Hail, favour'd Isle! blest seat of Fame!
For conquering arms, and peerless arts renown'd!
Hail, mighty George! thy darling name
Oft shall the Muse with honest joy refound:
Not that abstemious, prudent, just, and wise,
Thy every deed fair Virtue guides;
Nor that thy thoughts with holy ardor rise
From Earth's low base, where Vice and Passion bides,
To Heaven's bright mansions, there their sweets dispense,
Grateful as hallow'd fumes from breathing frankincense.