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Where Kneller's art ihall paint the flying Gaul,
And Bourbon's woes shall fill the story'd wall;
Heirs of thy blood shall o'er their bounteous board
Fix Europe's guard, thy monumental sword;
Banners that oft have wav'd on conquer'd walls,
And trumps, that drown'd the groans of gasping Gauls.
Fair dames shall oft, with curious eye, explore
The coftly robes that Naughter'd gen’rals wore,
Rich trappings from the Danube's whirlpools brought,
(Hesperian nuns the gorgeous broid'ry wrought)
Belts stiff with gold, the Boian horseman's pride,
And Gaul's fair flow'rs, in humani erimson dy'd.
Of Churchill's race perhaps fome lovely, boy
Shall mark the burnish'd steel that hangs on high ;
Shall gaze transported on its glitt'ting charms,
And reach it struggling with unequal arms;
By sign's the drum’s tumultuous found request,
Then seek, in ftarts, the hushing mother's breafte
So, in the painter's animated frame,
Where Mars embraces the foft Paphian dame,
The little loves in sport the faulchion wield,
Or join their strength to heave his pond'rous fhield)
One strokes the plume in Tityon's ĝore embru’d,
And one the spear, that reeks in Typhon's blood;
Another's infant brows the helm sustain,
He nods his creft, and frights the shrieking train.
Thus, the rude tempest of the field o’er-blown,
Shall whiter rounds of smiling years roll on :
Oar viétors, bleft in peace, forget their wars,
Enjoy past dangers, and absolve the stars.
But bh! what sorrows shall bedew your urns,
Ye honour'd shades, whom widow'd Albion mourns
your thin forms yet discontented moan,
And haunt the mangled mansions once your own ;
Behold what flow'rs the pious muíes ftrow,
And tears, which in the midst of triumph flow;
Cypress and bays your envy'd brows surround,
Your names the tender matron's heart shall wound,
And the soft maid grow pensive at the found.
Accept, great ANNE, the tears their mem'ry draws,
Who nobly perish'd in their sov'reign's cause :
For thou in pity bid'st the war give o'er,
Mourn'ft thy sain heroes, nor wilt venture more.
Vast price of blood on each victorious day!
(But Europe's freedom doth that price repay.)
Lamented triumphs ! when one breath must tell
That arlborough conquer'd, and that Dormer fell.
GreatQueen! whose name strikes haughty monarchs pale,
On whose juft scepter hangs Europa's scale;
Whose arm like mercy wounds, decides like fate,
On whose decree the nations anxious wait ;
From Albion's cliffs thy wide extended hand
Shall o'er the main to far Peru command,
So vast a tract whose wide domain shall run,
Its circling skies shall see no setting fun.
Thee, thee an hundred languages shall claim,
And favage Indians swear by Anna's name;
The line and poles shall own thy rightful sway;
And thy commands the sever'd globe obey.
Round the vaft ball thy new dominions chain
The wat'ry kingdoms, and controut the main ;
Magellan's streights to Gibraltar they join;
Across the seas a formidable line;
The fight of adverse Gaul we fear no more,
But pleas'd see Dunkirk, now a guiltlefs fhore.
In vain great Neptune tore the narrow ground,
And meant his waters for Britannia's bound;
Her giant Genius takes a mighty ftride,
And sets his foot beyond th' incroaching tide
On either bank the land its master knows;
And in the midst the subject ocean flows.
So near proud Rhodes, across the raging flood;
Stupendous form! the vast Colossus stood;
(While at one foot their thronging gallies ride,
A whole hour's fail scarce reach the farther fide)
Betwixt his brazen thighs, in loose array,
Ten thousand streamers on the billows play:
By HARLEY's counsels Dunkirk now restorid
To Britain's empire, owns hef ancient lord.
In him transfus'd his godlike father reigns,
Rich in the blood which swell’d that patriot's veins,
Who boldly faithful met his fov’reign's frown,
And fcorn'd for gold to yield th' important town.
His son was born the ravish'd prey to claim,
And France ftill trembles at an Harley's name.
A fort so dreadful to our English shore,
Our Aeets scarce fear'd'the fands or tempefts mores
Whofe vast expences to such sums amount,
That the tax'd Gaul scarce furnish'd out th' account":
Whose walls such bulwarks, such vast tow'rs restrain,
Its weakest ramparts are the rocks and main ;
His boaft great Louis yields, and cheaply buys'
Thy friendship, ANNA, with the mighty prize.
Holland repining and in grief cast down,
Sees the new glories of the British crown:
Ah ! may they ne'er provoke thee to the fight,
Nor foes more dreadful than the Gauls invite,
Soon may they hold the olive, foon afswage
Their secret murmurs, nor call forth thy rage
To rend their banks, and pour, at one command
Thy realm the sea o'er their precarious land.
Henceforth be thine, vice-gerent of the skies,
Scorn'd worth to raise, and vice in robes chastise;
To dry the orphan's tears, and from the bar
Chase the brib'd judge, and hush the wordy war;
Deny the curs'd blasphemer's tongue to rage,
And turn God's fury from an impious age.
Bleft change the soldier's late destroying hand
Shall rear new temples in his native land ;
Mistaken zealots shall with fear behold,
And beg admittance in our sacred fold;
On her own works the pious Queen shall smile,
And turn her cares upon her fav’rite isle.
So the keen bolt å warrior angel aims, Array'd in clouds, and wrapt in mantling Alames; He bears a tempest on his sounding wings, And his red arm the forky vengeance Alings; At length, heav'n's wrath appeas'd, he quits the war; To roll his orb, and guide his deftin'd star, To shed kind fate, and lucky hours bestow; And smile propitious on the world below. Around thy throne shall faithful nobles wait, These guard the church, and those direct the fatej To Bristot, graceful in maternal tears, The church her tow'ry forehead gently rears; She begs her pious font' affert her cause, Defend her rights, and reinforce her laws; With holy zeal the facred work begin, To bend the stubborn and the meek to win.
Our OXFORD's earl in careful thought shall ftand,
To raise his Queen, and fave a finking land,
The wealthiest glebe to rav'nous Spaniards known
He marks, and makes the golden world our own :
Content with hands unfoil'd to guard the prize,
And keep the ftore with undefiring eyes.
So round the tree, that bore Hesperian gold;
The facred watch lay carl'd in many a fold,
His eyes up-rearing to th' untafted prey,
The sleepless guardian wasted life away.
Beneath the peace fal olives, rais'd by you;
Her ancient pride shall ev'ry art renew;