Old Father THAMES advanc'd his reverend Head;
His Tresses dress'd with Dews, and o'er the Stream
His shining Horns diffus'd a golden Gleam.
Grav'd on his Urn appear'd the Moon, that guides
His swelling Waters and alternate Tides;
The figur'd Streams in Waves of Silver roll'd,
And on their Banks AUGUSTA rose in Gold.
Behold! AUGUSTA's glittering Spires increase,
And Temples rise, the beauteous Works of Peace!
The Time shall come, when, free as Seas or Wind,
Unbounded THAMES shall flow for all Mankind!
Earth's distant Ends our Glory shall behold,
And the new World launch forth to seek the old.

POPE.

BOD

LONDON:

PRINTED BY W. STRATFORD, CROWN-COURT, TEMPLE-BAR FOR

J. STRATFORD, No. 112, HOLBORN-HILL;

AND SOLD BY ALL OTHER BOOKSELLERS.

1806.