WILLIAM THE THIRD

Calm as an under-current, strong to draw

Millions of waves into itself, and run,

From sea to sea, impervious to the sun

And ploughing storm, the spirit of Nassau

( Swerves not, how blest if by religious awe

Swayed, and thereby enabled to contend

With the wide world's commotions ) from its end

Swerves not — diverted by a casual law.

Had mortal action e'er a nobler scope?

The Hero comes to liberate, not defy;

And, while he marches on with stedfast hope,

Conqueror beloved! expected anxiously!

The vacillating Bondman of the Pope

Shrinks from the verdict of his stedfast eye.