n
nWhen Britain first, at Heaven's command,
2 Arose from out the azure
main;
3 This was the charter
of the land,
4
And guardian angels sung this strain:
5 "Rule,
Britannia, rule the waves;
6
Britons never will be slaves."
n7 The nations, not so blest as
thee,
8
Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall:
9 While thou shalt flourish great and
free,
10
The dread and envy of them all. …Reader, 15