Rejoic'd the metal to refine, And ripen'd the Peruvian mine. Thou, Kneller! Iong with noble pride, Thy pencil has, by monarchs fought, 35 The kings of half an age difplay'd. 40 Here fwarthy Charles appears, and there His brother with dejected air: O may fam'd Brunswick be the last, (Tho' Heav'n fhould with my wifh agree, 43 30 Great Pan, who wont to chase the fair, And mighty Mars, for war renown'd, In adamantine armour frown'd; By him the childless goddess rofe, Her twisted threads; the web she strung, 60 65 Thetis, the troubled ocean's queen, Match'd with a mortal, next was feen 70 Reclining on a fun'ral urn, Her fhort-liv'd darling fon to mourn: The last was he whose thunder flew That from a hundred hills ally'd 75 In impious leagues their king defy'd. For who would hope new fame to raise, Had drawn a George or carv'd a Jove? 2 To her Royal Highness THE PRINCESS OF WALES, WITH THE TRAGEDY OF CATO. NÓV. 1714. THE Mufe that oft', with facred raptures fir'd, 5 ΙΟ No longer fhall the widow'd land bemoan A broken lineage and a doubtful throne, But boast her royal progeny's increase, And count the pledges of her future peace. O born to strengthen and to grace our isle! While you, fair Princess! in your offspring smile, Supplying charms to the fucceeding age, Each heav'nly daughter's triumph we prefage, Already see th' illuftrious youths complain, And pity monarchs doom'd to figh in vain. Thou, too, the darling of our fond defires, Whom Albion, opening wide her arms, requires, 20 With manly valour and attractive air Shalt quell the fierce and captivate the fair. E 15 O England's younger hope! in whom confpire Pleas'd with the profpect of fucceffive reigns, 25 30 To milder founds each Muse shall tune the lyre, 35 And filial love; bid impious discord cease, And teach the nation their new monarch's praise, 40 And Cæfar's power with Cato's virtue join'd. 45 More noble characters expofe to view, And draw her finish'd heroines from you. 50 Nor you the kind indulgence will refuse, To late pofterity their fame prolong, Inftruct our fons the radiant form to prize, A SONG FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY AT OXFORD. I. CECILIA! whofe exalted hymns With joy and wonder fill the blest, Known and distinguish'd from the rest, Attend, harmonious Saint! and fee Thy vocal fons of Harmony; 55 60 64 Attend, harmonious Saint! and hear our pray'rs ; Enliven all our earthly airs, 5 And as thou fing'st thy God, teach us to sing of thee: |