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An encomium to George, Prince of Wales (latterly Prince Regent and George IV), and to British commerce, published in 1800, during a respite in the Napoleonic Wars. The text is slightly adapted from Young's similarly sentimented Whig panegyric on Sir Robert Walpole.
Lyrics: Anon
Hail, Star of Brunswick!
If war's ordain'd, this star shall dart its beams
Through that black cloud which, rising from the Thames,
With thunder, form'd of Brunswick's wrath, is sent
To claim the seas, and awe the continent.
This shall direct it where the bolt to throw,
A star for us, a comet to the foe.
If peace shall smile, by this shall commerce steer
A steady course, in triumph round the sphere;
And, gath'ring tribute from each distant shore,
In Britain's lap the world's abundance pour.
Hail, Star of Brunswick!
If war's ordain'd, this star shall dart its beams
Through that black cloud which, rising from the Thames,
With thunder, form'd of Brunswick's wrath, is sent
To claim the seas, and awe the continent.
This shall direct it where the bolt to throw,
A star for us, a comet to the foe.
If peace shall smile, by this shall commerce steer
A steady course, in triumph round the sphere;
And, gath'ring tribute from each distant shore,
In Britain's lap the world's abundance pour.