Nature and man should join with one accordTo celebrate this purer second birthOf royalty -- blue skies and Attic mirth,And boughs of myrtle round the guardian sword;A double strength of purple on the hills,And a wine-fount in mid-Athens! that each mouthMay quaff the young king's health, and slake the drouthOf that long-drawn Bavarian term of ills;And you, Ionian isles! when Adria's waveComes foaming in before the Danish prows,Remember England, ruling but to save,And how she listen'd to your earnest vows;Remember England in that night's carouse,For what her mighty hand, unfolding, gave!
The Landing of King George I of Greece at the Piraeuswritten by
Turner Charles (Tennyson)
© Turner Charles (Tennyson)