Yes, this advantage; from our deep diftrefs
We learn how much in George the Gods can bless.
Had a lefs glorious princefs left the throne,
But half the hero had at first been shown:
An Anna falling all the king employs,
To vindicate from guilt our rifing joys:
Our joys arife, and innocently shine,
Aufpicious monarch! what a praife is thine!
Welcome, great ftranger, to Britannia's throne!
Nor let thy country think thee all her own.
Of thy delay how oft did we complain !
Our hopes reach'd out, and met thee on the main.
With prayer we fimooth the billows for thy fleet;
With ardent wifhes fill thy fwelling fheet;
And when thy foot took place on Albion's shore,
We bending bless'd the Gods, and ask’d ́no more.
What hand but thine fhould conquer and compofe,
Join thofe whom intereft joins, and chace our foes?
Repel the daring youth's prefumptuous aim,
And by his rival's greatnefs give him fame?
Now in fome foreign court he may fit down,
And quit without a blush the British crown.
Secure his honour, though he lofe his store,
And take a lucky moment to be poor.
Nor think, great fir, now firft, at this late hour,
In Britain's favour, you exert your power;
To us, far back in time, I joy to trace
The numerous tokens of your princely grace.
Whether you chofe to thunder on the Rhine,
Infpire grave councils, or in courts to shine;