Classic Poem

And lo, amid the watery roar
In Thetis' car she skims the shore,
Where Portland's brows, embattled high
With rocks, in rugged majesty
Frown o'er the billows, and the storm restrain,
She beckons Britain's scepter'd pair
Her treasures of the deep to share!
Hail then, on this glad morn, the mighty main!
Which leads the boon divine of lengthen'd days
To those who wear the noblest regal bays:
That mighty main, which on its conscious tide
Their boundless commerce pours on every clime,
Their dauntless banner bears sublime;
And wafts their pomp of war, and spreads their thunder wide!