'Tis done, once more thro' BRITAIN's joyful Sea
Her glorious Monarch plows his Prosp'rous way,
Arm'd with those Fleets who have in thunder said
To distant Worlds, whose Empire they obey'd:
He lands, and sees united Nations stand,
Their parts of Glory dealt by His command,
Their glowing Brests with fresh Ideas fir'd,
How WILLIAM conquer'd, and how FRANCE retir'd,
When fixt as Fate he stood in  Field,
Till Rocks and Floods and Fire were taught to yield,
Till  freed the Hero's arm confest,
But trembled for the Courage which she blest.