"THE GOLDEN ISLAND OR THE DARIAN SONG, BY 'A LADY OF HONOUR'" by ANONYMOUS

Some slumbring thoughts possess'd my brain,
['T] was Prophecied of Old,
That Albanie should Thrissels spread,
o're all the @3Indian Gold@1.
Me thought I heard the Valiant @3Scots@1,
beneath the @3Northern@1 Poll,
Rejoycing of their Prosperous Voyage,
which @3England@1 did Control.
The Heavens did Favour them so Fair,
they were into Deaths Jaws,
And @3Neptune@1 bowed the loftie Seas,
and humbled all her Waves,
Untill the Ransomed should pass
that ventured on the Main.
The @3English@1 Great, then ventured twice,
and were beat back again.
@3Sol, Luna, Mars@1, and @3Jupiter@1,
Heavens Canopie did keep.
Be sure some Angel stier'd our Helm,
when some were faln a sleep:
To guide us to that Noble place,
was promis'd us before,
That will Enrich brave Albanie,
which Fame does still adore:
It is ordain'd in Holy Write,
Death pay'd our Sacrifice;
The @3Thristle@1 and the @3Reed Lyon@1
will Crush our Enemies.
We're Antipods to @3England@1 now,
win by a pleasant Toil:
We've saild the Gulph against the Tyde,
come to a Fruitfull Soil.
Who can express what we expect,
since we are favoured so,
The Lord has thought upon our flight;
some thought to make us low.
All Men that has put in some Stock,
to us where we are gone;
They may expect our Saviors words
a Hundered reap for One;
For to Encourage every One
that ventures on the Main,
Come cast thy Bread on Waters great,
thou'lt get it back again.
The World durst never @3Scotland@1 Brag,
for Valour and Renown:
Go pass the Line surrownd the Glob,
not such an Ancient Crown.
What One has slighted us before,
not want of Honour sure:
Brave Noble Spirits, in Ancient Land,
onlie is called Poor.
Our Enemies has the Sun shine
so well we know our Foes?
But the @3Thrissel@1 in the @3Lyons@1 hand,
'gainst @3Leopards@1 and @3Rose@1;
The Lord will mend the @3Broken@1 Reed,
and will not @3quench the spark@1:
Our Enemies shall all fall down,
as @3Dagon@1 before the Ark.
Fortune put on her Gilded Sails,
went to the Antipods:
Heathens receiv'd us with a Grace,
as if we had been Gods.
The Gales blew sweet, we Bless the Lord,
for all our sails were full,
King William did Encourage us,
against the @3English@1 will.
His Words is like a Statly Oak,
will neither Bow nor Break;
We'll venture Life and Fortune both,
for @3Scotland@1 and his sake,
For he has done such valiant Acts,
what Pen can him express?
Lay down your Crowns and Battens all,
that came by @3Adams@1 Race.
What will be said in future times
when Vertue yields her Flowers,
The Babes unborn will then cry out,
no Parent's like to Ours.
This great Attempt is carried on,
by Mortals that has breath,
It seems the Lord does mind to send
Christs Gospel through the Earth:
To writ the parts of these brave Men,
that has sent us away:
The Vialactia smiles to see,
@3Scotlands@1 new Nuptial day.
The Harp play'd us a pleasant spring,
and @3Neptune@1 took a dance,
Made @3Monsiur Flower-de-luce@1 to fall,
into a deadly Trance.
When we were on the @3Darian Main@1,
and viewed the Noble Land,
the Trees joyn'd hands and bowed low,
for Honour of @3Scotland@1.
Young Native Babes that never spake,
Dame Nature bad them cry,
And utter forth some joyfull Notes,
to welcome Albanie!
Refreshing spring and Rivolats
when we were Landed there,
Came glidding with her jumbling Notes,
invits us to take share;
The chearming birds, that haunts the Woods,
@3Meavis, Peacock@1, and @3Dow@1,
Brought Presents in their mouths, and sang
we pay Tribute to you.
We went in Boats, and come to Land,
which banisht all our fears.
The Seas did mourn for want of us,
each Oar was droping Tears.
The Woulf, the Lyon, and the Boar,
the Wyld Tigger and Fox,
did fill their Claws with Golden Dust,
salutes us from the Rocks.
The Tortels in the @3Indian Seas@1,
left Eggs upon the Land
And came to see that Noble Fleet,
was come from Old @3Scotland@1.
The Hurtchon came out of the Woods,
her prickels Load with Fruit,
She mumbled, but she could not speak,
ye're welcome all come eat.
The Balmie Grass, and blooming Flowers,
were all covered with dew;
Then @3Phoebus@1 did bid them give a smell,
and that would pay their due.
The Seas began to roar for joy;
when we were all past through,
And Neptune with's great @3Harry Kains@1,
to us was like a Loach;
And still we bless the Lord of Hoasts,
and all our Benefactors,
And drank a health to Albanie,
for all our Brave Directors.
@3Nilus@1 Banks did Overflow
only but @3Egypts@1 land:
But your Fame will the World Ov'rspread,
And Banks of Heathen sand.
We have another Fleet to sail,
the Lord will Reik them fast;
It will be wonderful to see,
the @3Sun rise in the West@1!
If I should name each One concerned,
according to their station,
Ten Quair of paper would not do,
its known by true Relation:
For some are Noble, All are Great,
Lord bless your Companie,
And let your Fame in @3Scotlands@1 Name
O'respread both Land and Sea.

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