Whether glory fhall inspire Dear to Albion all, like thee, Patrons of righteous rules, and foes to tyranny. V. Ye golden lights who fhine on high, Short and eafy be the pains, Which for a nation's weal the heroine fuftains. To the long expected shore : None prefuming to withstand Thy celeftial armed hand, While, his facred head to shade, The blended crofs on high thy filver, fhield display'd. VI. But oh! what other form divine Peace of inind, and joy ferene, Faith and truth beside her go, With zeal and pure devotion bending low. A A thousand ftorms around her threat, While, fix'd upon a rock, she keeps her stable seat. Truft and mutual confidence, Nor fears her foes approach, while heaven and he are nigh. VII. Hence then with every anxious care! Seek ye out a moody cell, Where deceit and treafon dwell; There repining, raging, stili The idle air with curfes fill; There blaft the pathlefs wild, and the bleak northern hill; There your exile vainly moan; There where, with murmurs horrid as your own, Beneath the fweeping winds, the bending forefts groan; But thou, Hope, with fmiling chear, Do thou bring the ready year; See the hours! a chofen band! See with jocund looks they ftand, All in their trim array, and waiting for command. VIII. The welcome train begins to move, Hope leads increase and chafte connubial love Flora Flora sweet her bounty spreads, And on the balmy air fits rofy-colour'd health. While to their monarch, thus, they raise the public voice. Always every where prevail; Pious, valiant, just, and wife, Purer breezes fan the skies, Earth in fruits and flowers is drest, Joy abounds in every breast, For thee thy people all, for thee the year is bleft. II. Majefty and great renown Wait thy beamy brow to crown. Parent of our hero, thou, George on Britain didst bestow. Thee the trumpet, thee the drum, III. Call thy better bleffings forth, IV. Queen of odours, fragrant May, Shall to thee refign his place, Thou shalt rule with better grace: Time from thee fhall wait his doom, And thou shalt lead the year for every age to come. V. Fairest month, in Cæfar pride thee, Nothing like him canft thou bring, } VI. Though I. WINTER! thou hoary venerable fire, All richly in thy furry mantle clad ; What thoughts of mirth can feeble age infpire, Now I fee the reason plain, Spring and Summer next fucceeds III. While from the frofty mellow'd earth The feasons spread their rich increase ; Se |