And now the  Fleets in Southern Seas,
With spreading Sails the wond'ring  please.
In Havens erst unknown they proudly ride,
While the glad  force the lazy Tide.
Toss'd with fresh Gales the wanton Streamers flow,
Nor dread the Storms above, nor Rocks below.
The Pow'rs protect, who rule the restless Sea,
And Winds themselves their Steerage will obey.