'Tis thine, Britannia, thine the noble aim
To live through long futurity of fame;
To gain the wreaths that grateful Arts bestow,
Pow'rs proudest immortality below!
In Time's decay, ere Albion's Empire dies,
To leave her constellation in the skies;
Eclipse the glories of the World combin'd,”
Exalt thy sons, and dignisy mankind !

LONDON:

Printed by Thomas Maiden, Sberbeurn-Lane,
FOR VERNOR, HOOD & SHARPE; LONGMAN, HURST, REES, & ORME;
CUTHELL & MARTIN; W. J. & J. RICHARDSON;

J. AND A. ARCH; J. HARRIS

AND B, CROSBY,