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Of Smithfield lightened in its eyes anew. INIO
Yet silence reign'd. Each on another scowl'd
Rueful amazement, pressing down his rage:
As, mustering vengeance, the deep thunder frowns,
Awfully still, waiting the high command
To spring. Strait from his country Europe sav'd,
To save BRITANNIA, lo! my darling Son,
Than hero more! the patriot of mankind!
Immortal NASSAU came.. I hush'd the deep
By Demons rous’d, and bade the + listed winds,
Still shifting as behov'd, with various breath, II 20
Waft the DELIVERER to the longing shore.
See! wide alive, the foaming Channel bright
With swelling fails, and all the pride of war,
Delightful view! when Justice draws the sword:
And mark ! diffusing ardent foul around, 1125
And sweet contempt of death, My streaming * flag.
+ The Prince of Orange in his passage to England, though his fleet had been at first dispersed by a storm, was afterwari's extremely favour'd by several changes of wind.
# Rapin, in his history of England. The third of November the fleet entered the Channel, and lay by between Calais and Dover, to stay for the ships that were behind. Here the Prince called a council of war. It is easy to imagine what a glorious fhow the fleet made. Five or fix hundred ships in so narrow a channel, and both the English and French fhores covered with numberless spectators, are no common sight.. For my part, who was then on board the fleet, I owe it struck
op me extremely
* The Prince placed himself in the main body, carrying a flag with English colours, and their Highnesses' arms furrounded with this motto, THE PROTESTANT RELIGION AND THE LIBERTIES' OF ENGLAND; and underneath the motto of the house of Nafsau, JE MAINTIENDRA!, I will maintain. RAPIN.'
Even adverse + navies bless’d the binding gale,
Kept down the glad acclaim, and filent joy’d.
Arriv'd, the pomp, and not the waste of arms
His progress mark'd. The faint-oppofing || host 1130
For once, in yielding, their best victory found,
And by desertion prov'd exalted faith;
While his the bloodless conquest of the heart,
Shouts without groan, and triumph without war.
Then dawn'd the period deftin'd to confine 1133
The surge of wild Prerogative, to raife
A mound restraining its imperious rage,
And bid the raving deep no farther flow.
Nor were, without that fence, the swallow'd state
Better than Belgian plains without their dykes, 1140
Sustaining weighty feas. This, often fav'd
By more than human hand, the public faw,
And seiz'd the white-wing:d moment. $Pleas'd to yield
Destructive power, a wise I heroic prince
Even lent his aid–Thrice happy! did they know 1145
Their happiness, BRITANNIA'S BOUNDED KINGS.
What tho' not theirs the boast, in dungeon glooms,
To plunge bold Freedom ; or, to chearless wilds,
To drive him from the cordial face of friend;
Or fierce to strike him at the midnight hour, 1150
By mandate blind, not justice, that delights
To dare the keenest
of - What tho' no glory to controul the laws, And make injurious Will their only rule, They deem it. What tho', tools of wanton power, Pestiferous Armies swarın not at their call. 1136 What tho they give not a relentless crew + The English , fleet.
|| The King's army. $ By the Bill of Rights, and the Aft of Succeffiom. # William III.
of Civil Furies, proud Oppression's fangs!
To tear at pleafure the dejected land,
With starving labour pampering idle waste. 1160
To clothe the naked, feed the hungry, wipe
The guiltless tear from lone affliction's eye ;
To raise hid Merit, set th' alluring light
Of Virtue high to view ; to nourish Arts,
Direct the thunder of an injur'd state,
Make a whole glorious people sing for joy,
Bless human-kind, and thro' the downward depth
Of future times to spread that better Sun
Which lights up British Soul: for deeds like these,
The dazzling fair career unbounded lyes; 1170
While (ftill fuperior bliss) the dark abrupt
Is kindly barr’d: the precipice of ill.
Oh luxury divine! Oh poor to this,
Ye giddy glories of Despotic thrones !
By this, by this indeed, is imag'd HEAVEN, 1175
By boundless Good, without the power
behold ! exalted as the cope
That swells immense o'er many peopled earth,
And like it free, My FABRIC kands compleat,
The PALACE OF THE LAWS. To the four heavens
Four gates impartial thrown, unceasing crouds, 1181
With Kings themselves the hearty peasant mix'd,
Pour urgent in.
And tho' to different ranks
Responsive place belongs, yet equal spreads
The sheltering roof o'er all; while Plenty flows, 1185
And glad Contentment echoes round the whole.
Ye floods descend! Ye winds confirming, blow!
Nor outward tempeft, nor corrosive time,
Nought but the felon undermining hard
Of dark CORRUPTION, can its frame dissolve, 1190
And lay the toil of ages in the dust.