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THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER.

BY MR. POPE.

DEO OPT. MAX.

FATHER of All! in ev'ry age,

ATHER of All! in ev'ry age, .

In ev'ry clime ador'd,
By faint, by savage, and by fage,

Jehovah, Jove, or Lord !

Thou Great First Cause, leaft understood !

Who all my sense confin'd,
To know but this, that Thou art good,

And that myself am blind :

Yet gave me, in this dark eftate,

To see the good from ill ; And binding Nature faft in Fate,

Left free the human will.

What conscience dictates to be done,

Or warns me not to do:
This, teach me more than hell to fhun ;

That, more than heav'n pursue.

What blessings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not cast

away :
For God is paid, when man receives ;

T'enjoy, is to obey.

Yet not to earth's contracted span

Thy goodnefs let me bound; Or think thee Lord alone of man,

When thousand worlds are round :

Let not this weak, unknowing hand,

Presume thy bolts to throw; And deal damnation round the land,

On each I judge thy foe.

If I am right, thy grace impart,

Still in the right to stay :
If I am wrong, Q teach my heart

To find that better way!

Save me alike from foolish pride,

Or impious discontent,
At aught thy wisdom has deny'd,

Or aught thy goodness lent.

Teach me to feel another's woc,

To hide the fault I see ; That mercy I to others shew,

That mercy shew to me.

Mean tho’I am ; not wholly so,

Since quicken'd by thy breath : O lead me wherefo'er I go,

Thro' this day's life or death.

This day, be bread and peace my lot:

All else beneath the sun,
Thou know'ít if best bestow'd or not,

And let thy will be done.

To Thee, whose temple is all space,

Whose altar, earth, sea, kies ; One chorus let all being raise,

All Nature's incense rise!

THE

THE

CAMPAIGN.

TO HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF MARLBOROUGH.

BY MR. ADDISON.

-Rheni pacator et Istri.
Omnis in hoc uno variis discordia ceffit
Ordinibus;

lætatur eques, plauditque senator,
Votaque patricio certant plebeia favori.

CLAUD. DI LAUD. STILIC. Effe aliquam in terris gentem quæ sua impensa, suo labore ac periculo bella gerat

pro libertate aliorum. Nec hoc finitimis, aut propinquæ vicinitatis hominibus, aut terris continenti junctis præftet. Maria trajiciat: ne quod toto orbe terrarum injuftum imperium fit, et ubique jus, fas, lex, potentissima fint.

LIV. HIST. LIB. Xxxiii.

W

HILE crowds of princes your deserts proclaim,

Proud in their number to enrol your name ;
While emperors to you commit their cause,
And Anna's praises crown the vast applause;
Accept, great Leader! what the Muse recitęs,
That in ambitious verse attempts your fights.
Fir’d and transported with a theme so new,
Ten thousand wonders, op’ning to my view,
Shine forth at once : sieges and storms appear,
And wars and conquests fill th' important year ;
Rivers of blood I fee, and hills of slain,
An Iliad rising out of one Campaign.

The haughty Gaul beheld, with tow'ring pride,
His ancient bounds enlarg'd on ev'ry fide ;
Pyrene's lofty barriers were subdu’d,
And in the midst of his wide empire stood.
Ausonia's states, the victor to restrain,
Oppos'd their Alps and Apennines in vain;
Nor found themselves, with strength of rocks immur'd,
Behind their everlasting hills secur'd.
The rising Danube it's long race began,
And half it's course thro' the new conquests ran.

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Amaz'd

Amaz'd and anxious for her sov'reigns fates,
Germania trembled thro' a hundred states.
Great Leopold himself was seiz'd with fear ;
He gaz’d around, but faw no succour near:
He gaz'd; and half-abandon'd to despair
His hopes on Heav'n, and confidence in pray’r.

To Britain's queen the nations turn their eyes ;
On her resolves the western world relies:
Confiding still, amidst it's dire alarms,
In Anna's councils and in Churchill's arms.
'Thrice happy Britain ! from the kingdoms rent,
To fit the guardian of the continent !
That sees her bravest son advanc'd so high,
And flourishing so near her prince’s.eye.
Thy fav'rites grow not up by Fortune's sport,
Or from the crimes or follies of a court;
On the firm basis of defert they rise,
From long-try'd faith, and friendship’s holy ties.
Their sov’reign's well-distinguish'd smiles they share,
Her ornaments in peace, her strength in war.
The nation thanks them with a publick voice ;
By show'rs of blessings, Heav'n approves their choice :
Envy itself is dumb, in wonder lost;
And factions strive who shall applaud 'em most.

Soon as soft vernal breezes warm the sky,
Britannia's colours in the zephyrs fly:
Her chief already has his march begun,
Crossing the provinces himself had won;
Till the Moselle, appearing from afar,
Retards the progress of the moving war.
Delightful stream! had Nature bid her fall
In diftant climes, far from the perjur'd Gaul:
But now a purchase to the sword he lies ;
Her harveits for uncertain owners rise ;
Each vineyard doubtful of it's master grows,
And to the victor's bowl each vintage flows.

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The discontented shades of slaughter'd hosts,
That wander'd on her banks, her heroes ghosts,
Hop'd, when they saw Britannia's arms appear,
The vengeance due to their great deaths was near.

Our godlike leader, ere the stream he pass’d,
The mighty scheme of all his labours cast;
Forming the wond'rous year within his thought,
His bosom glow'd with battles yet unfought.
The long laborious march he first surveys,
And joins the distant Danube to the Maese ;
Between whose floods such pathless forests grow,
Such mountains rise, so many

rivers flow : The toil looks lovely in the hero's eyes, And danger serves but to enhance the prize.

Big with the fate of Europe, he renews
His dreadful course, and the proud foe pursues.
Infected by the burning Scorpion's heat,
The sultry gales round his chaf'd tempies heat;
Till on the borders of the Mayne he finds
Defensive shadows and refreshing winds.
Our British youth, with inborn freedom bold,
Unnumber'd scenes of servitude behold;
Nations of slaves, with tyranny debas’d,
(Their Maker's image more than half defac'd ;)
Hourly instructed, as they urge their toil,
To prize their queen, and love their native foil.

Still to the rising fun they take their way
Thro'clouds of dust, and gain upon the day :
When now the Neckar, on it's friendly coaft,
With cooling streams revives the fainting hoft;
That chearfully his labours past forgets,
The midnight watches and the noon-day heats.

O'er proftrate towns and palaces they pass,
(Now cover'd o'er with woods, and hid in grass)
Breathing revenge; whilft anger and disdain
Fire ev'ry breast, and boil in ev'ry vein.

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