by Elizabeth Bentley
O! TRULY welcome to thy native land,
Thou first in glory mid her warlike band;
What shouts of triumph bade her shores resound,
When Victory's wreath thy valiant deeds had crown'd.
Our glowing hearts revere thy nobler mind,
Where beams each virtue of the brightest kind:
From pure Religion's source thy virtues flow,
Hence genuine Courage claims her dauntless brow;
The Christian hero's stedfast hopes repose
On Heav'n's firm rock he fears no earthly foes.
Long blest with health, enjoy thy honours won!
While loyal Norfolk boasts her favourite son;
And O! may still th' Almighty's guardian care,
Preserve a life thy Country holds most dear.
May each brave warrior arm'd in Britain's cause,
Thus form his life by Wisdom's purest laws,
Thy great example ever in his view,
Then shall our land her impious foes subdue.
Last updated January 14, 2019