Where Kneller's art fhall 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 fword;
Banners that oft have wav'd on conquer'd walls,
And trumps, that drown'd the groans of gasping Gauls.
Fair dames fhall oft, with curious eye, explore
The coftly robes that flaughter'd gen'rals wore,
Rich trappings from the Danube's whirlpools brought
(Hesperian nuns the gorgeous broid❜ry wrought)
Belts ftiff with gold, the Boian horfeman's pride,
And Gaul's fair flow'rs, in human erimfon dy'd.
Of Churchill's race perhaps fome lovely boy
Shall mark the burnifh'd steel that hangs on high;
Shall gaze tranfported on its glitt'ting charms,
And reach it ftruggling with unequal arms;
By figns the drum's tumultuous found request,
Then feek, in ftarts, the hufhing mother's breaft.
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 ftrokes the plume in Tityon's gore 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 tempeft of the field o'er-blown,
Shall whiter rounds of smiling years roll on :

Our

Our victors, bleft in peace, forget their wars,
Enjoy paft dangers, and abfolve the stars.

But oh! what forrows fhall bedew your urns,

Ye honour'd shades, whom widow'd Albion mourns
If your thin forms yet discontented moan,
And haunt the mangled manfions once your own ;
Behold what flow'rs the pious mufes ftrow,
And tears, which in the midst of triumph flow;
Cypress and bays your envy'd brows furround,
Your names the tender matron's heart fhall wound,
And the foft maid grow penfive at the found.

Accept, great ANNE, the tears their mem'ry draws,
Who nobly perish'd in their fov'reign's caufe:
For thou in pity bid'ft the war give o'er,
Mourn'ft thy flain heroes, nor wilt venture more.
Vaft price of blood on each victorious day!
(But Europe's freedom doth that price repay.)
Lamented triumphs! when one breath must tell
That Marlborough conquer'd, and that Dormer fell.
GreatQueen! whofe name ftrikes haughty monarchs pale,
On whose just scepter hangs Europa's scale;
Whose arm like mercy wounds, decides like fate,
On whofe decree the nations anxious wait;
From Albion's cliffs thy wide extended hand
Shall o'er the main to far Peru command,
So vaft a tract whofe wide domain fhall run,
Its circling skies fhall fee no fetting fun.
Thee, thee an hundred languages shall claim,
And favage Indians swear by ANNA's name;

The line and poles fhall own thy rightful sway,
And thy commands the fever'd globe obey.

Round the vaft ball thy new dominions chain
The wat❜ry kingdoms, and controul the main;
Magellan's ftreights to Gibraltar they join;
Across the seas a formidable line;

The fight of adverse Gaul we fear no more,
But pleas'd fee Dunkirk, now a guiltless shore:
In vain great Neptune tore the narrow ground,
And meant his waters for Britannia's bound;
Her giant Genius takes a mighty ftride,
And fets his foot beyond th' incroaching tide
On either bank the land its mafter knows,
And in the midst the subject ocean flows.

So near proud Rhodes, across the raging flood,
Stupendous form! the vast Coloffus 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 Counfels Dunkirk now restor'd
To Britain's empire, owns her ancient lord.
In him transfus'd his godlike father reigns;
Rich in the blood which fwell'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 fon was born the ravish'd prey to claim,
And France ftill trembles at an Harley's name.
VOL. I.

B

A fort

A fort fo dreadful to our English fhore,

Our fleets scarce fear'd the fands or tempefts morë, › Whose vaft expences to fuch fums amount,

That the tax'd Gaul fcarce furnish'd out th' account':
Whose walls fuch bulwarks, fuch vaft tow'rs restrain,
Its weakest ramparts are the rocks and main ;

His boast great Louis yields, and cheaply buys
Thy friendship, ANNA, with the mighty prize.
Holland repining and in grief caft 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 affwage
Their fecret murmurs, nor call forth thy rage
To rend their banks, and pour, at one command
Thy realm the fea 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 blafphemer's tongue to rage,
And turn God's fury from an impious age.
Bleft change! the foldier's late destroying hand
Shall rear new temples in his native land
Miftaken zealots fhall with fear behold,

And beg admittance in our facred fold;
On her own works the pious Queen fhall fmile,
And turn her cares upon her fav'tite isle.

So

So the keen bolt a warrior angel aims,
Array'd in clouds, and wrapt in mantling flames,
He bears a tempeft on his founding wings,
And his red arm the forky vengeance flings;

At length, heav'n's wrath appeas'd, he quits the war,
To roll his orb, and guide his destin’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 thofe direct the ftater
TO BRISTOL, graceful in maternal tears,
The church her tow'ry forehead gently rears;
She begs her pious fon t' affert her cause,
Defend her rights, and reinforce her laws,
With holy zeal the facred work begin,

To bend the ftubborn and the meek to win.

Our OXFORD's earl in careful thought shall ftand,
To raise his Queen, and fave a finking land,
The wealthieft 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 Hefperian gold;
The facred watch lay curl'd in many a fold,
His eyes up-rearing to th' untafted prey,
The fleepless guardian wasted life away.
Beneath the peaceful olives, rais'd by you,
Her ancient pride shall ev'ry art renew ;

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