THE
Gift of the Gods.

WHEN Freedom was banish'd from Greece and
from Rome,
And wander'd, neglected, in search of a home;
Jove, willing to fix her where long she might stand,
Turn'd the globe round about, to examine each land.
With nice circumnavigation he view'd the whole ball,
And weigh'd in his balance the merit of all:
Then quickly determin'd that ENGLAND alone
Was the spot well adapted for Liberty's throne.

Gay Momus infisled no place was more fit
Than the island of Freedom, for true attic wit;
And Venus confers'd, if it were pleasing to Jove,
She would with him to make England the empire for Love.
Then Mars nobly flepp'd from his mifrefs's fide,
And fware that the Britons in Arms should prefide;
While Bacchus declar'd that fuch heart-chearing juice
For the use of brave Englishmen he would produce!

To render complete all the bleffings now paft,
And provide that they might to eternity laft,
'Twas refolv'd that a toaf't should that inflant be given,
And drank in full bumpers of neſtar thro' heaven;
The toaf't of the gods was—and mark it, ye free—
" May Britons with Britons for ever agree !
" By their enemies then they ſhall always be fear'd,
" And with Wine, Wit, and Women, inceffantly
" cheer'd !"