One, in old fables, and the pagan ftrain,

With nymphs and tritons, wafts him o'er the main ;
Another draws fierce Lucifer in arms,

And fills th' infernal region with alarms ;
A third awakes fome druid, to foretel
Each future triumph, from his dreary cell.
Exploded fancies! that in vain deceive,

While the mind nauseates what he can't believe.
My Mufe th' expected hero shall pursue
From clime to clime, and keep him still in view;
His fhining march describe in faithful lays,
Content to paint him, nor presume to praise;
Their charms, if charms they have, the truth fupplies,
And from the theme unlabour'd beauties rife.

By longing nations for the throne defign'd,
And call'd to guard the rights of human-kind ;
With fecret grief his god-like foul repines,
And Britain's crown with joylefs luftre fhines,
While prayers and tears his deftin'd progress stay,
And crowds of mourners choke their fovereign's way.
Not fo he march'd, when hoftile squadrons stood
In fcenes of death, and fir'd his generous
blood;
When his hot courfer paw'd th' Hungarian plain,
And adverse legions stood the shock in vain.
His frontiers paft, the Belgian bounds he views,
And cross the level fields his march pursues.
Here pleas'd the land of freedom to survey,
He greatly scorns the thirst of boundless sway.
O'er the thin foil, with filent joy, he fpies
Transplanted woods, and borrow'd verdure rise;

Where every meadow won with toil and blood,
From haughty tyrants and the raging flood,
With fruit and flowers the careful hind fupplies,
And clothes the marfhes in a rich disguise.
Such wealth for frugal hands doth heaven decree,
And fuch thy gifts, celeftial Liberty!

Through ftately towns, and many a fertile plain,
The pomp advances to the neighbouring main,
Whole nations croud around with joyful cries,
And view the hero with infatiate eyes.

In Haga's towers he waits, till eastern gales
Propitious rife to fwell the British fails.

Hither the fame of England's monarch brings
The vows and friendships of the neighbouring kings
Mature in wifdom, his extenfive mind
Takes in the blended interefts of mankind,

The world's great patriot. Calm thy anxious breast,
Secure in him, O Europe, take thy reft;

Henceforth thy kingdoms fhall remain confin'd
By rocks or streams, the mounds which heaven defign'd;
The Alps their new-made monarch fhall restrain,
Nor fhall thy hills, Pirene, rife in vain.

But fee to Britain's ifle the fquadrons ftand,
And leave the finking towers, and leffening land.
The royal bark bounds o'er the floating plain,
Breaks through the billows, and divides the main.
O'er the vaft deep, great monarch, dart thine eyes,
A watery profpect bounded by the skies:
Ten thoufand veffels, from ten thousand fhores,
Bring gums and gold, and either India's ftores:

Behold

Behold the tributes haftening to thy throne,
And fee the wide horizon all thy own.

Still is it thine; though now the chearful crew
Hail Albion's cliffs; juft whitening to the view.
Before the wind with fwelling fails they ride,
Till Thames receives them in his opening tide.
The monarch hears the thundering peals around,
From trembling woods and echoing hills rebound;
Nor miffes yet, amid the deafening train,
The roarings of the hoarfe-refounding main.
As in the flood he fails, from either fide
He views his kingdom in its rural pride;
A various fcene the wide-fpread landfkip yields,
O'er rich inclosures and luxuriant fields;
A lowing herd each fertile pafture fills,

And distant flocks stray o'er a thousand hills.
Fair Greenwich hid in woods with new delight,
Shade above fhade, now rifes to the fight:
His woods ordain'd to vifit every fhore,
And guard the island which they grac'd before.
The fun now rolling down the western way,
A blaze of fires renews the fading day;
Unnumber'd barks the regal barge enfold,
Brightening the twilight with its beamy gold;
Lefs thick the finny fhoals, a countless fry,
Before the whale or kingly dolphin fly.
In one vaft fhout he feeks the crowded ftrand,
And in a peal of thunder gains the land.
Welcome, great stranger, to our longing eyes,

Oh! king defir'd, adopted Albion cries.

For

For thee the East breath'd out a profperous breeze,
Bright were the funs, and gently fwell'd the feas.
Thy presence did each doubtful heart compose,
And factions wonder'd that they once were foes.
That joyful day they loft each hostile name,
The fame their afpect, and their voice the fame.

So two fair twins, whofe features were defign'd
At one foft moment in the mother's mind,
Show each the other with reflected grace,
And the fame beauties bloom in either face;
The puzzled ftrangers which is which enquire;
Delufion grateful to the smiling fire.

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From that fair hill, where hoary fages boast
To name the ftars, and count the heavenly host,
By the next dawn doth great Augusta rise,

Proud town the nobleft fcene beneath the skies.
O'er Thames her thousand spires their luftre fhed,,
And a vast navy hides his ample bed,

A floating foreft. From the distant strand

A line of golden carrs ftrikes o'er the land:
Britannia's
and rich array,

peers in pomp

Before their king, triumphant, lead the way..
Far as the eye can reach, the gaudy train,
A bright proceffion, fhines along the plain..

So, haply, through the heaven's wide pathless ways

A comet draws a long extended blaze;

From east to west burns through the ethereal frame,
And half heaven's convex glitters with the flame.

Mr. Flamstead's houfe.

Now

Now to the regal towers fecurely brought,
He plans Britannia's glories in his thought;
Refumes the delegated power he gave,

Rewards the faithful, and reftores the brave.
Whom fhall the Mufe from out the fhining throng:
Select, to heighten and adorn her fong?

Thee, Halifax. To thy capacious mind,
O man approv'd, is Britain's wealth confign'd.
Her coin, while Naffau fought, debas'd and rude,,
By thee in beauty and in truth renew'd,
An arduous work! again thy charge we fee,
And thy own care once more returns to thee.
O! form'd in every scene to awe and please,
Mix wit with pomp, and dignity with ease :
Though call'd to shine aloft, thou wilt not fcorn
To smile on arts thyfelf did once adorn :

For this thy name fucceeding time shall praise,
And envy lefs thy garter, than thy bays.

The Mufe, if fir'd with thy enlivening beams,,
Perhaps fhall aim at more exalted themes,
Record our monarch in a nobler strain,
And fing the opening wonders of his reign;
Bright Carolina's heavenly beauties trace,
Her valiant confort, and his blooming race..
A train of kings their fruitful love fupplies,
A glorious scene to Albion's ravish'd eyes;
Who fees by Brunswick's hand her fceptre fway'd,
And through his line from age to age convey'd..

AN