Welcome, as when three happy kingdoms strove
In glad confusion to express their love,
When ev’ry heart did ev’ry tongue employ
To speak its share of public joy,
And great Maria’s birth proclaim
The noblest theme, the loudest song of Fame.

The mighty Goddess of this wealthy Isle
Rais’d her glad head, and with an awful smile
She look’d whilst thousand Cupids hover’d round,
And thousand Graces the fair Infant crown’d.
Full of wonder and delight,
She saw, and bless’d the noble sight.
And lo! A sacred fury swell’d her breast,
And the whole god her lab’ring soul possest.
To lofty strains her tuneful lyre she strung,
And thus the goddess play’d, and thus she sung:
My prayers are heard, Heav’n has at last bestow’d
The mighty Blessing which it long has ow’d:
At length the bounteous gods have sent us down
A Brightness second only to their own

I see the round years successively move
To ripen her beauties and crown them with love;
A Hero renown’d in virtues and arms
Shall wear the soft chain and submit to her charms,
And Hymen and Hebe shall make it their care
To pour all their joys on the Valiant and Fair.
Then, then our sad Albion shall suffer no more;
She shall fly to his aid and be freed by his pow’r,
And date all her blessings from this happy hour.

He to the field by honour call’d shall go,
And dangers he shall know, and wonders do.
The God of Arms his godlike son shall bless,
And crown his fleet and armies with success,
Whilst undisturb’d his happy Consort reigns,
And wisely rules the kingdoms he maintains
Britain at last shall see her peace restor’d,
And pay new vows to her returning lord;
Maria then shall all her cares unbend,
And she shall still adorn and he defend.

Sound, all ye Spheres, confirm the omen, Heav’n:
And long preserve the blessings thou hast giv’n