The Words by N. Tate, Servant to Their Majesties.

Sound a Call, the Tritons sing,
Summoned by their Vocal Shells,
From Coral Beds and Chrystal Shells,
Up the joyful Nereids spring;
Sound a Call the Tritons sing.

What makes Neptunes Court appear,
Circled on a dancing Wave?
The Day’s arrived, ’tis come, tis here,
That Birth to CAESAR Joy to Europe gave.
See the Sacred Quire defending,
Earth and Sea your Song attending;
Crown the Day that Crowns the Year.

’Twas NOW, the threatening Tempest past,
We saw his Welcome Anchors cast,

Flags displayed, and Streamers free
As what they brought us, Liberty.
Liberty the Sailors cry’d,
Liberty the Shores reply’d.

Successor of Great Hercules,
When will thy Labours, when thy dangers cease?
Thy Courage and Thy Toils
Have long deserved Nemaean spoils.
Why are thy Triumphs then retarded?
Why such Virtue Unrewarded?

Chor. The Promis’d Blessing’s but Delay’d,
With greater interest to be Paid.
Mighty Births, in Teeming longest,
Make amends for their Delay:
Shades of Night are ever strongest,
Just before the Break of Day.

Gallick Force in vain is striving,
Gallick Fraud in vain contriving,
Hope and CAESAR still surviving.

Drooping Europe’s State to raise,
And yet assure Successful Days,
Undaunted CAESAR Fights, Devout MARIA
Prays.

CHORUS.
’Twas Constancy could only prove
Alcides the true Son of Love;
Heads of Hydra still Renewing,
And the Hero still Subduing;
Till with Unwearied Valor prest,
At last the Monster fell, the World at last had Rest.