From Songs, hymns, and psalms, by Jonas Hanway, p25, 1783.

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In Honour of Peace and the King

 On the white Cliffs of Albion see Fame where she stands
 And her shrill swelling Notes reach the Neighbouring Lands,
 Of the Natives free born and their Conquests she Sings,
 The happiest of Men with the greatest of Kings.
 
 George the Third she proclaims, his bright glory repeats,
 His undeismay'd legions and powerful fleets;
 Whom nor castles nor rocks can from honour retard,
 Since e'en death for their king they with scorn disregard.
 
 "His just right to affect hath the king amply try'd,
 "Nor his wisdom or strength can opponents abide;
 "Then no longer in rage let dread thunder be hurl'd,
 "But leave him to me, and give peace to the world!"
 
 But see! a cloud bursts, and an angel appears!
 Tis 'Peace', lovely virgin, dissolved in tears!
 "Stay, Fame" (cry'd the maid) is't not time to give o'er,
 "With sieges and famine, explosions and gore!"
 
 'Tis done, and great George is to mercy inclin'd;
 The blest word is gone forth, for the good of mankind;
 'Tis the act of a Briton to beat, then to spare,
 And our king is a Briton--deny it who dare.