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The Seat of Empire; where the Irish come,And the unwilling Scot, to fetch their doom.The Sea's our own; and now all Nations greet,With bending Sails, each Vessel of our Fleet:Your Power extends as far as Winds can blow,Or swelling Sails upon the Globe may go.Heaven, that has plac'd this Island to give Law,To Ballance Europe, and her States to awe:In this Conjunction does on Britain smile;The greatest Leader, and the greatest Isle.Whether this Portion of the World were rentBy the Rude Ocean from the Continent;Or thus Created: sure it was design'dTo be the Sacred Refuge of Mankind.Hither the Oppressed shall henceforth resortJustice to crave, and Succour at your Court:And then your Highness, not for ours alone,But for the Worlds Protector shall be known.

Fame,

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