Inclines her urn upon his fatten'd lands;
And fees his numerous herd imprint her fands.
And thou, my fair, my dove, shalt raise thy thought
To greatness next to empire; shalt be brought
With folemn pomp to my paternal feat;
Where peace and plenty on thy word shall wait.
Music and fong shall wake the marriage-day:
And, whilst the priests accuse the bride's delay,
Myrtles and røses shall obstruct her way.
Friendship shall ftill thy evening feasts adorn;
And blooming Peace shall ever bless thy morn.
Succeeding years their happy race shall run,
And age unheeded by delight come on ;
While yet fuperior Love shall mock his power:
And when old Time shall turn the fated hour,
Which only can our well-tied knot unfold;
What rests of both, one fepulchre shall hold.
Hence then fer ever from my Emma's breaft
(That heaven of softness, and that feat of reft)
Ye doubts and fears, and all that know to move
Tormenting grief, and all that trouble love,
Scatter'd by winds recede, and wild in forests rove.
day the fairest sure that ever rofe! Period and end of anxious Emma's woes!
Sire of her joy, and source of her delight;
O! wing'd with pleasure take thy happy flight,
And give each future morn a tincture of thy white.
Yet tell thy votary, potent Queen of Love,
Henry, my Henry, will he never rove?
Will he be ever kind, and just, and good?
And is there yet no mistress in the wood?
None, none there is; the thought was rash and vaing
A false idea, and a fancy'd pain.
Doubt shall for ever quit my strengthen'd heart,
And anxious jealousy's corroding smart;
Nor other inmate shall inhabit there,
But foft Belief, young Joy, and pleasing Care:
Hence let the tides of plenty ebb and flow,
And Fortune's various gale unheeded blow.
If at my feet the fuppliant goddess stands,
And sheds her treasure with unweary'd hands;
Her present favour cautious I'll embrace,
And not unthankful use the proffer'd grace:
If the reclaims the temporary boon,
And tries her pinions, fluttering to be gone;
-Secure of mind, I'll obviate her intent,
And unconcern'd return the goods she lent.
Nor happiness can I, nor misery feel,
From any turn of har fantastic wheel:
Friendship's great laws, and Love's fuperior powers,
Muft mark the colour of my future hours.
From the events which thy commands create
I must my blessings or my forrows date;
And Henry's will must dictate Emma's fate.
Yet while with close delight and inward pride
(Which from the world my careful foul shall hide)
I fee thee, lord and end of my defire,
Exalted high as virtue can require;
With power invested, and with pleasure chear'd;
Sought by the good, by the oppressor fear'd;
Loaded and blest with all the affluent store,
Which human vows at smoaking shrines implore;
Grateful and huinble grant me to employ
My life subservient only to thy joy;
And at my death to bless thy kindness shown
To her, who of mankind could love but thee alone.
WHILE thus the conftant pair alternate faid,
Joyful above them and around them play'd
Angels and sportive Loves, a númerous crowd;
Smiling they clapt their wings, and low they bow'd:
They tumbled all their little quivers o'er,
To chuse propitious shafts, a precious store;
That, when their God should take his future darts,
To strike (however rarely) conftant hearts,
His happy skill might proper arms employ,
All tipt with pleasure, and all wing'd with joy:
And those, they vow'd, whose lives should imitate
These lovers' constancy, should share their fate.
The Queen of Beauty stopt her bridled doves;
Approv'd the little labour of the Loves;
Was proud and pleas'd the mutual vow to hear;
And to the triumph call'd the God of War:
Soon as the calls, the God is always near.
Now, Mars, she said, let Fame exalt her voice :
Nor let thy conquests only be her choice:
But, when the fings great Edward from the field
Return'd, the hoftile spear and captive fhield
In Concord's temple hung, and Gallia taught to yield;
And when, as prudent Saturn shall compleat
The years defign'd to perfect Britain's state,
The swift-wing'd power shall take her trump again,
To fing her favourite Anna's wondrous reign;
*To recollect unweary'd Marlborough's toils,
Old Rufus' hall unequal to his spoils;
The British soldier from his high command
Glorious, and Gaul thrice vanquish'd by his hand.:
Let her at least perform what I defire;
With fecond breath the vocal brass inspire;
And tell the nations, in no vulgar strain,
What wars I manage, and what wreaths I gain.
And, when thy tumults and thy fights are past;
And when thy laurels at my feet are caft;
Faithful may'st thou, like British Henry, prove.:
And, Emma-like, let me return thy love.
Renown'd for truth, let all thy fons appear;
And conftant Beauty shall reward their care.
Mars smil'd, and bow'd: the Cyprian Deity
Turn'd to the glorious ruler of the sky;
And thou, she smiling said, great God of days
And verse, behold my deed, and fing my praise,
As on the British earth, my favourite isle,
Thy gentle rays and kindest influence smile,
Through all her laughing fields and verdant groves,
Proclaim with joy these memorable loves.
From every annual course let one great day
To celebrated sports and floral play
Be set aside; and, in the softest lays
Of thy poetic fons, be folemn praise
And everlasting marks of honour paid,
To the true Lover, and the Nut-brown Maid.
Humbly inscribed to the QUEEN;
Glorious Suecess of her MAJESTY's Arms, 1706..
Written in Imitation of SPENSER'S Style.
"Te non paventis funera Galliæ,
"Duræque tellus audit Iberiæ : .
"Te cæde gaudentes Sicambri
"Compofitis venerantur armis." HOR
WHEN I first thought of writing upon this occa fion, I found the ideas fo great and numerous, that I judged them more proper for the warmth of an Ode, than for any other fort of poetry: I therefore fet Horace before me for a pattern, and particularly his famous ode, the fourth of the fourth book,
"Qualem ministrum fulminis alitem, &c." which he wrote in praise of Drufus after his expedition into Germany, and of Augustus upon his happy choice: of that general. And in the following poem, though I have endeavoured to imitate all the great ftrokes off that
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