Those clouds, that overcaft your morn, shall fly, Dispell❜d to farthest corners of the sky.
Our nation with united interest blest,
Not now content to poize, shall sway the rest.
Abroad your empire fhall no limits know,
But, like the fea, in boundless circles flow.
Your much-lov'd fleet fhall, with a wide command,
Befiege the petty monarchs of the land:
And as old Time his offspring fwallow'd down,
Our ocean in its depths all feas shall drown.
Their wealthy trade from pirate's rapine free,
Our merchants fhall no more adventurers be:
Nor in the fartheft eaft those dangers fear,
Which humble Holland muft diffemble here.
Spain to your gift alone her Indies owes ;
For what the pow'rful takes not he bestows:
And France, that did an exile's prefence fear,
May justly apprehend you still too near.
At home the hateful names of parties cease,
And factious fouls are wearied into peace.
The discontented now are only they,
Whose crimes before did your just cause betray:
Of those your edicts fome reclaim from fin,
But most your life and bleft example win.
Oh happy prince, whom heav'n hath taught the
By paying vows to have more vows to pay !
Oh happy age! Oh times like thofe alone,
By fate referv'd for great Agustus' throne! -
When the joint growth of arms and arts foreshew
The world a monarch, and that monarch you..
IN that the common tomond that wild deluge where the world was drown'd, When life and fin one common tomb had
The first small prospect of a rifing hill
With various notes of joy the ark did fill :
Yet when that flood in its own depths was drown'd,
It left behind it false and flipp'ry ground;
And the more folemn pomp was still deferr'd,
"Till new-born nature in fresh looks appear'd.
Thus, royal fir, to fee you landed here,
Was cause enough of triumph for a year:
Nor would your care those glorious joys repeat,
"Till they at once might be fecure and great:
your kind beams, by their continu'd stay, Had warm'd the ground, and call'd the damps away. Such vapours, while your pow'rful influence dries, Then soonest vanish when they highest rise.
Had greater hafte these facred rites prepar'd,
Some guilty months had in your triumphs fhar'd:
But this untainted year is all your own;
Your glories may without our crimes be shown.
We had not yet exhaufted all our store,
When you refresh'd our joys by adding more:
As heaven, of old, difpens'd celeftial dew,
You gave us manna, and still give us new.
Now our fad ruins are remov'd from fight,
The feason too comes fraught with new delight:
Time feems not now beneath his years to ftoop,
Nor do his wings with fickly feathers droop:
Soft western winds waft o'er the gaudy spring,
And open'd scenes of flowers and blossoms bring,
To grace this happy day, while you appear,
Not king of us alone, but of the year.
All eyes you draw, and with the eyes the heart:
Of
your own pomp your felf the greatest part:
Loud fhouts the nation's happiness proclaim,
And heav'n this day is feafted with your name.
Your cavalcade the fair spectators view,
From their high standings, yet look up to you.
From your brave train each fingles out a prey,
And longs to date a conqueft from your day.
Now charg'd with bleffings while you seek repose,
Officious flumbers hafte your eyes to close;
And glorious dreams ftand ready to restore
The pleasing shapes of all you faw before.
Next to the facred temple you are led,
Where waits a crown for your more facred head:
How juftly from the church that crown is due,
Preferv'd from ruin, and restor'd by you!
The grateful choir their harmony employ,
Not to make greater, but more folemn joy.
Wrapt soft and warm your name is sent on high,
As flames do on the wings of incenfe fly :
Mufic herself is loft, in vain fhe brings
Her choiceft notes to praise the best of kings:
Her melting strains in you a tomb have found,
And lie like bees in their own sweetness drown'd.
He that brought peace, all difcord could atone,
His name is mufic of itself alone.
Now while the facred oil anoints
And fragrant scents, begun from you, are spread Through the large dome; the people's joyful found, Sent back, is ftill preserv'd in hallow'd ground; Which in one bleffing mix'd descends on you; As heightned spirits fall in richer dew.
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