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in Arins immortal Honours gain'i,
And won the Visor's Crown.
His glitt'ring Steel he shook, and vow'd.
By Carolina's Eyes,
And gain the destin'd Prize.
BRITONS,, allert your country's Cause !
The youthful Warrior cry'd;
For those your Fathers dy'd.
Then rushing on, in Crowds of Foes,,
Thro' Tracts of Death he ran;
Hero, as foon as Man.
Whilst he each dreadful Scene review'd,
His Rival hid his Head;
Whilft lie with graceful Wrath pursu'd,
The pale Impoftor filed.
Behold Britannia's promisd Heir!
Behold him cover'd o'er
And staind with comely Gore!
While Martial Sounds his Ear delight,
And rouse him as they swell, Amidst the Fury of the Fight
His wounded Courser fell.
In that distress'd and dubious Hour,
All cover'd with Despair,
And say'd his Royal Care..
Victorious Youth to Greatness born!
The smiling Genius said;
h! Fated Empire to adorn,
Thy shining Vertues to reward,
And bless a Martial Land,
A Sceptre grace thy Hand.
Let the glad Day, which gave thee Light,
The Symphonies prolong;
And O UDEN ARD's thy Song.
OR U S.
To Harmony, and Fame, that Day
Shall ever Sacred be;
To Oudenard and Thee.
gay, The beauteous Flavia loy'd, And sighing at her Feet he lay,
Till Sighs her Pity mov'd.
My Fair, he cry'd, your. Loyer dies,
If you refuse your Charms;
But die in Flavia's Arms.
Happy those Swains in. Days of Yore,
When ev'ry Nymph went loosely dreft;
Which never did Love's Joy molefta