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is the well-pieas & fair new grace,
Are to each beauteous face;
New Storious arms,
New flames are seen to sparkle in her eyes,
And on her blooming cheek fresh roses rife ;
The pleafing paffion heightens each bright hue,
And feems to touch the finifh'd piece anew,
Improves what nature's bounteous hand had given,
And mends the fairest workmanship of heaven.
Nor joy like this in courts is only found,
But fpreads to all the grateful people round;
Laborious hinds inur'd to rural toil,
To tend the flocks and turn the mellow foil,
In homely guife their honeft hearts exprefs,
And blefs the warrior who protects the peace,
Who keeps the foe aloof' and drives afar
The dreadful ravage of the wafting war.
No rude destroyer cuts the ripening crop,
Prevents the harvest, and deludes their hope;
No helpless wretches fly with wild amaze,
Look weeping back, and fee their dwellings blaze; 345
The victor's chain no mournful captives know,
Nor hear the threats of the infulting foe,
But Freedom laughs, the fruitful fields abound,
The chearful voice of mirth is heard to found,
And Plenty doles her various bounties round,
The humble village, and the wealthy town,
Confenting join their happiness to own:
What heaven and Anna's gentleft reign afford,
All is fecur'd by Marlborough's conquering fword.
O facred, ever honour'd name! O thou!
That wert our greatest William once below!
What place foe'er thy virtues now possess
Near the bright source of everlasting bliss,
High in the midst, Britannia's warlike chief,
Too greatly bold, and prodigal of life,
Is feen to press where death and dangers call,
Where the war bleeds, and where the thickest fall,
He flies, and drives confus'd the fainting Gaul.
Like heat diffus'd, his great example warms,
And animates the focial warriors' arms,
Inflames each colder heart, confirms the bold,
Makes the young heroes, and renews the old.
In forms divine around him watchful wait
The guardian genii of the British state;
Juftice and Truth his fteps unerring guide,
And faithful Loyalty defends his fide;
Prudence and Fortitude their Marlborough guard,
And pleafing Liberty his labours chear'd;
But chief, the Angel of his Queen was there,
The union-crofs his filver fhield did bear,
And in his decent hand he fhook a warlike spear.
While Victory celeftial foars above,
Plum'd like the eagle of imperial Jove,
Fangs o'er the chief, whom the delights to bless,
And ever arms his sword with fure fuccefs,
Dooms him the proud oppreffor to destroy,
Then waves her palm, and claps her wings for joy. Such was young Ammon on Arbela's plain,
Or fuch the painter did the hero feign,
Where rushing on, and fierce, he feems to ride,
With graceful ardor, and majestic pride,
With all the gods of Greece and fortune on his fide,
Nor long Bavaria's haughty prince in vain
Labours the fight unequal to maintain;
He fees 'tis doom'd his fatal friend the Gaul
Shall share the fhame, and in one ruin fall;
Flies from the foe too oft in battle try'd,
And heaven contending on the victor's side;
Then mourns his rash ambition's crime too late,
And yields reluctant to the force of fate.
So when Æneas, through night's gloomy fhade,
The dreadful forms of hoftile gods furvey'd,
Hopeless he left the burning town and fied:
Saw 'twas in vain to prop declining Troy,
Or fave what heaven had deftin'd to destroy.
What vaft reward, O Europe, fhalt thou pay, 280
To him who fav'd thee on this glorious day!
Bless him, ye grateful nations, where he goes,
And heap the victor's laurel on his brows.
In every land, in every city freed,
Let the proud column rear its marble head,
To Marlborough and Liberty decreed ;
Rich with his wars, triumphal arches raife,
To teach your wondering fons the hero's praise;
To him your skilful bards their verse shall bring,
For him the tuneful voice be taught to fing,
The breathing pipe shall swell, shall found the trembling ftring.
O happy thou where peace for ever smiles,
Britannia! nobleft of the ocean's ifles,
Fair queen! who doft amidst thy waters reign,
And stretch thy empire o'er the farthest main :
What transports in thy parent bofom roll'd,
When fame at first the pleafing story told !
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How didft thou lift thy towery front on high!
Not meanly confcious of a mother's joy,
Proud of thy fon as Crete was of her Jove,
How wert thou pleas'd heaven did thy choice approve,
And fixt fuccefs where thou haft fixt thy love!
How with regret his abfence didst thou mourn !
How with impatience wait his wifht return!
How were the winds accus'd for his delay!
How didft thou chide the gods who rule the fea,
And charge the Nereid nymphs to waft him on his way!
At length he comes, he ceafes from his toil,
Like kings of old returning from the spoil;
To Britain and his queen for ever dear,
He comes, their joy and grateful thanks to share;
Lowly he kneels before the royal seat,
And lays its proudeft wreaths at Anna's feet.
While, form'd alike for labours or for ease,
In camps to thunder, or in courts to please,
Britain's bright nymphs make Marlborough their care,
In all his dangers, all his triumphs, share.
Conquering he lends the well-pleas'd fair new grace,
And adds fresh luftre to each beauteous face;
Britain preferv'd by his victorious arms,
With wondrous pleasure each fair bosom warms,
Lightens in all their eyes, and doubles all their charms.
Ev'n his own Sunderland, in beauty's store
So rich the feem'd incapable of more,
Now fhines with graces never known before;
Fierce with transporting joy she seems to burn,
And each soft feature takes a sprightly turn;
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