Th' eternal Empire of the Main to keep, And guide her squadrons o'er the trembling Deep. Her left, propitious, bore a mystic Shield, Around whose margin rolls the watery field; There her bold Genius in his floating car O'er the wild Billow hurls the storm of war: Such was the sculptured Prow; from van to rear Embalmed with orient gum, above the wave } Her Crest, high-plumed, was rough with many a scar, And o'er her Helmet gleamed the northern Star. The warrior Youth appeared of noble frame, These front the Scene conspicuous; overhead |