The Sun now rowling down the Western Way,
  A Blaze of Fires renews the fading Day;
  Unnumbered Barks the Regal Barge infold,
  Brightening the Twilight with its beamy Gold;
  Less thick the finny Shoals, a countless Fry,
  Before the Whale or kingly Dolphin fly. 
  In one vast Shout he seeks the crowded Strand,
  And in a Peal of Thunder gains the Land.

  Welcome, great Stranger, to our longing Eyes,
  Oh!  King desir’d, adopted_ Albion cries. 
  For thee the East breath’d out a prosperous Breeze,
  Bright were the Suns, and gently swell’d the Seas. 
  Thy Presence did each doubtful Heart compose,
  And Factions wonder’d that they once were Foes;
  That joyful Day they lost each Hostile Name,
  The same their Aspect, and their Voice the same.

  So two fair Twins, whose Features were design’d
  At one soft Moment in the Mother’s Mind,
  Show each the other with reflected Grace,
  And the same Beauties bloom in either Face;
  The puzzled Strangers which is which enquire,
  Delusion grateful to the smiling Sire.

  From that fair Hill, where hoary Sages boast
  To name the Stars, and count the heavenly Host,
  By the next Dawn doth great_ Augusta rise,
  Proud Town! the noblest Scene beneath the Skies. 
  O’er Thames her thousand Spires their Lustre shed,
  And a vast Navy hides his ample Bed,
  A floating Forest.  From the distant Strand
  A Line of Golden Carrs strikes o’er the Land: 
  Britannia’s Peers in Pomp and rich Array,
  Before their King, triumphant, lead the Way. 
  Far as the Eye can reach, the gawdy Train,
  A bright Procession, shines along the Plain.

  So haply through the Heav’n’s wide pathless Ways
  A Comet draws a long-extended Blaze;
  From East to West [burns through [2]] th’ ethereal Frame,
  And half Heav’n’s Convex glitters with the Flame.

  Now to the Regal Towers securely brought,
  He plans_ Britannia’s Glories in his Thought;
  Resumes the delegated Pow’r he gave,
  Rewards the Faithful and restores the Brave. 
  Whom shall the Muse from out the shining Throng
  Select to heighten and adorn her Song? 
  Thee, Halifax. To thy capacious Mind,
  O Man approved, is Britain’s Wealth consigned. 
  Her Coin (while Nassau fought) debas’d and rude,
  By Thee in Beauty and in Truth renew’d,
  An Arduous Work! again thy Charge we see,
  And thy own Care once more returns to Thee. 
  O! form’d in every Scene to awe and please,
  Mix Wit with Pomp, and Dignity with Ease: 
  Tho’ call’d to shine aloft, thou wilt not scorn
  To smile on Arts thy self did once adorn: 
  For this thy Name succeeding Time shall praise,
  And envy less thy Garter, than thy Bays.