Where late along the naked strand
The fisher's cot did lonely stand,
And his poor bark unshelter'd lay,
Of every swelling surge the prey,
Now lofty piers their arms extend,
And with their strong embraces bend
Round crowded fleets, which safe defy
All storms that rend the wintry sky,
And bulwark, beyond bulwarks chain
The fury of the roaring main.
The peopled vale fair dwellings fill,
And length'ning streets ascend the hill;
Where industry, intent to thrive,
Brings all her honey to the hive;
Religion strikes with reverent awe,
Example works th' effect of law,
And plenty's flowing cup we see
Untainted yet by luxury.