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O may

His probity and mildness shows,
His care of friends and scorn of foes :
In every stroke, in every line,
Does some exalted virtue shine,
And Albion's happiness we trace
Through all the features of his face.

I live to hail the day
When the glad nation shall survey
Their sovereign through his wide command,
Passing in progress o'er the land !
Each heart shall bend, and

every

voice
In loud applauding shouts rejoice,
Whilst all his gracious aspect praise,
And crowds grow loyal as they gaze.

The image on the medal placed,
With its bright round of titles graced,
And, stamp'd on British coins, shall live,
To richest ores the value give,
Or, wrought within the curious mould,
Shape and adorn the running gold.
To bear this form the genial sun
Has daily, since his course begun,
Rejoiced the metal to refine,
And ripen'd the Peruvian mine.

Thou, Kneller! long with noble pride,
The foremost of thy art, hast vied
With Nature in a generous strife,
And touch'd the canvass into life :
Thy pencil has, by monarchs sought,
From reign to reign in ermine wrought,
And, in the robes of state array'd,
The kings of half an age display'd.

Here swarthy Charles appears, and there His brother with dejected air ;

Triumphant Nassay here we find,
And with him bright Maria join'd :
There Anna, great as when she sent
Her armies through the Continent,
Ere yet her hero was disgraced :
0
may

famed Brunswick be the last, (Though Heaven should with my wish agree, And long preserve thy art in thee) The last, the happiest, British king, Whom thou shalt paint, or I shall sing!

Wise Phidias thus, his skill to prove,
Through many a god advanced to Jove,
And taught the polish'd rocks to shine
With airs and lineaments divine,
Till Greece, amazed, and half afraid,
The assembled deities survey’d.

Great Pan, who wont to chase the fair,
And loved the spreading oak, was there;
Old Saturn, too, with up-cast eyes
Beheld his abdicated skies;
And mighty Mars, for war renown'd,
In adamantine armour frown'd;
By him the childless goddess rose,
Minerva, studious to compose
Her twisted threads; the web she strung,
And o'er a loom of marble hung:
Thetis, the troubled ocean's queen,
Match'd with a mortal, next was seen
Reclining on a funeral urn,
Her short-lived darling son to mourn :
The last was he whose thunder slew
The Titan race, a rebel crew,
That, from a hundred hills allied,
In impious leagues, their king defied.

This wonder of the sculptor's hand
Produced, his art was at a stand;
For who would hope new fame to raise,
Or risk his well-establish'd praise,
That, his high genius to approve,
Had drawn a George, or carved a Jove?

TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS

THE PRINCESS OF WALES,

WITH THE TRAGEDY OF CATO, NOV. 1714,

The Muse that oft, with sacred raptures fired,
Has generous thoughts of liberty inspired,
And, boldly rising for Britannia's laws,
Engaged great Cato in her country's cause,
On you submissive waits, with hopes assured,
By whom the mighty blessing stands secured,
And all the glories that our age adorn
Are promised to a people yet unborn.

No longer shall the widow'd land bemoan
A broken lineage and a doubtful throne,
But boast her royal progeny's increase,
And count the pledges of her future peace.
O born to strengthen and to grace our isle !
While you, fair Princess ! in your offspring smile,
Supplying charms to the succeeding age,
Each heavenly daughter's triumph we presage,
Already see the illustrious youths complain,
And pity monarchs doom'd to sigh in vain.

Thou, too, the darling of our fond desires, Whom, Albion, opening wide her arms, requires,

With manly valour and attractive air
Shalt quell the fierce and captivate the fair.
O England's younger hope! in whom conspire
The mother's sweetness and the father's fire !
For thee, perhaps, even now, of kingly race,
Some dawning beauty blooms in every grace,
Some Carolina, to Heaven's dictates true,
Who, while the sceptred rivals vainly sue,
Thy inborn worth with conscious eyes

shall

see, And slight the imperial diadem for thee.

Pleased with the prospect of successive reigns, The tuneful tribe no more in daring strains Shall vindicate, with pious fears oppress'd, Endanger'd rights, and liberty distress'd : To milder sounds each Muse shall tune the lyre, And gratitude and faith to kings inspire, And filial love; bid impious discord cease, And sooth the madding factions into peace; Or rise ambitious in more lofty lays, And teach the nation their new monarch's praise, Describe his awful look and godlike mind, And Cæsar's

power

with Cato's virtue join'd. Meanwhile, bright Princess! who with graceful And native majesty art form'd to please, [ease Behold those arts with a propitious eye, That suppliant to their great protectress fly; Then shall they triumph, and the British stage Improve her manners and refine her rage, More noble characters expose to view, And draw her finish'd heroines from you.

Nor you the kind indulgence will refuse, Skill'd in the labours of the deathless Muse: The deathless Muse, with undiminish'd rays, Through distant time the lovely dame conveys.

To Gloriana Waller's harp was strung;
The queen still shines, because the poet sung.
Even all those graces

in
your

frame combined,
The common fate of mortal charms may find,
(Content our short-lived praises to engage,
The joy and wonder of a single age)
Unless some poet, in a lasting song,
To late posterity their fame prolong,
Instruct our sons the radiant form to prize,
And see your beauty with their fathers' eyes.

THE CAMPAIGN.

TO HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF MARLBOROUGH.

1705.

Rheni pacator et Istri.
Omnis in hoc uno variis discordia cessit
Ordinibus ; lætatur eques, plauditque senator,
Votaque patricio certant plebeia favori.

CLAUD. de Land. Stilic. Esse 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 janctis præstet. Maria trajiciat: ne quod toto orbe terrarum injustum imperium sit, et ubique jus, fas, lex, protentissima sint.

Liv. Hist. lib. xxxiii.

While 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 recites,
That in ambitious verse attempts your fights.

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