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Now to the regal towers securely brought,
He plans Britannia's glories in his thought;
Resumes the delegated power he gave,
Rewards the faithful, and restores the brave.
Whom shall the Muse from out the shining throng
Select, to heighten and adorn her song?
Thee, Halifax. To thy capacious mind,
O man approv'd, is Britain's wealth consign'd.
Her coin, while Nassau fought, debas'd and rude,
By thee in beauty and in truth renew'd,
An arduous work ! again thy charge we see,
And thy own care once more returns to thee.
O! form'd in every scene to awe and please,
Mix wit with pomp, and dignity with ease :
Though calld to shine aloft, thou wilt not scorn
To smile on arts thyself did once adorn :
For this thy name succeeding time shall praise,
And envy less thy garter, than thy bays.
The Muse, if fir'd with thy enlivening beams,
Perhaps shall aim at more exalted themes,
Record our monarch in a nobler strain,
And sing the opening wonders of his reign;
Bright Carolina's heavenly beauties trace,
Her valiant confort, and his blooming race.
A train of kings their fruitful love supplies,
A glorious scene to Albion's ravilh'd eyes;
Who fees by Brunswick's hand her sceptre sway'd,
And through his line from age to age convey'd..
AN IMITATION OF THE PROPHECY OF
“ Dicam infigne, recens, adhuc
" Indictum ore alio : non fecus in jugis
“ Ex somuis ftupet Euias
“ Hebrum prospiciens, & nive candidam
“ Thracen, ac pede barbaro
“ Luftratam Rhodopen."
S Mar his round one morning took,
(Whom some call earl, and some call duke)
And his new brethren of the blade,
Shivering with fear and frost, survey'd,
On Perth’s bleak hills he chanc'd to spy
An aged wizard fix foot high,
With bristled hair and visage blighted,
Wall-ey'd, bare-haunch’d, and second-fighted.
The grizly fage in thought profound
Beheld the chief with back to round,
Then roll'd his eye-balls to and fro
O'er his paternal hills of snow,
And into these tremendous fpeeches
Broke forth the prophet without breeches.
Into what ills betray'd, by thee,
This ancient kingdom do I see!
Her realms un-peopled and forlorn!
Wae's me! that ever thou wert born !
Proud English loons (our clans o'ercome)
On Scottish pads shall amble home;
I see them dreít in bonnets blue
(The spoils of thy rebellious crew);
I see the target cast away,
And chequer'd plaid become their
prey, The chequer'd plaid to make a gown For many a lass in London town.
In vain thy hungry mountaineers
Come forth in all thy warlike geers,
The shield, the pistol, durk, and dagger,
In which they daily wont to swagger,
And oft have fally'd out to pillage
The hen-roofts of some peacefull village,
Or, while their neighbours were asleep,
Have carry'd off a low-land sheep,
What boots thy high-born host of beggars,
Mac-leans, Mac-kenzies, and Mac-gregors,
With popish cut-throats, perjur'd ruffians,
And Forster's troop of raggamuffins ?
In vain thy lads around thee bandy,
Inflam'd with bag-pipe and with brandy.
Doth not bold Sutherland the trusty,
With heart so true, and voice so rusty,
(A loyal foul) thy troops affright,
While hoarsely he demands the fight?
Dost thou not generous Ilay dread,
The bravest hand, the wisest head ?
Undaunted doft thou hear th' alarms
Of hoary Athol sheath'd in arms ?
Douglas, who draws his lineage down
From Thanes and Peers of high renown,
Fiery, and young, and uncontrol'd,
With knights, and squires, and barons bold,
(His noble houshold-band) advances,
And on the milk-white courser prances.
Thee Forfar to the combat dares,
Grown swarthy in Iberian wars :
And Monroe, kindled into rage,
Sourly defies thee to engage ;
He'll rout thy foot, though ne’er so many,
And horse to boot if thou hadst any.
But see Argyll, with watchful eyes,
Lodg'd in his deep entrenchments lies !
Couch'd like a lion in thy way,
He waits to spring upon his prey ;
While, like a herd of timorous deer,
Thy army shakes and pants with fear,
Led by their doughty general's skill,
From frith to frith, from hill to hill.
Is thus thy haughty promise paid
That to the Chevalier was made,
When thou didst oaths and duty barter,
For dukedom, generalihip, and garter ?
Three moons thy Jemmy shall command,
With Highland sceptre in his hand,
Too good for his pretended birth,
-Then down shall fall the king of Perth. 'Tis so decreed : for George shall reign, And traitors be forsworn in vain.
Heaven shall for ever on him smile,
And bless him ftill with an Argyil.
While thou, pursued by vengeful foes,
Condemn'd to barren rocks and snows,
And hinder'd passing Inverlocky,
Shall burn thy clan, and curse poor Jocky.
FROM A LADY IN ENGLAND TO A
GENTLEMAN AT AVIGNON.
"O thee, dear rover, and thy vanquish'd friends,
The health, the wants, thy gentle Chloe sends.
Though much you suffer, think I suffer more,
Worse than an exile on my native shore.
Companions in your master's flight you roam,
Unenvy'd by your haughty foes at home;
For ever near the royal outlaw's side
You share his fortunes, and his hopes divide,
On glorious schemes, and thoughts of empire dwell,
And with imaginary titles fwell.
Say, for thou know it I own his sacred line,
The passive doctrine, and the right divine,
Say, what new fuccours does the chief
The strength of armies ? or the force of prayer?
Does he from heaven or earth his hopes derive?
From saints departed, or from priests alive?
Nor saints nor priests can Brunswick s troops withstand,
And beads drop useless through the zealot's hand;