TO H. M. S. BLAKE.[Note]

Hail to Britannia's noble ship! Whose pendant, streaming high Doth shadow forth a nation's might Athwart our placid sky. Thou comest not in pomp of power, Nor din of battle's roar; Thy cannon wake no trembling hearts Upon our peaceful shore. Hail to Britannia's sailor sons! Great sons of greatest fleet! We tender ye a welcome true Unto fair Abegweit.[Note] Our happy hearths, our blooming fields We owe to such as you; For Nelson, Howard, Frobisher Were of the "boys in blue." Long live our noble Admiral! May his noble deeds afford That crown which lustres poortith's brow, And graceth prince or lord. May bonds of sympathy unite Great Neptune's greatest sons With lowliest tar, within whose veins The blood of fealty runs. And ne'er forget, on whiche'er sea The tide of time sweeps past, Port La Joie[Note] prays you, 'yond all storm Safe anchorage at last.