Thou, yet unnam'd to fill his empty place,
And lead to war thy country's growing race,
Take every wifh a British heart can frame,
Add palm to palm, and rife from fame to fame.
An hour must come, when thou shalt hear with rage
Thyfelf traduc'd, and curfe a thankless age:

Nor yet for this decline the gen'rous ftrife,
These ills, brave man, shall quit thee with thy life;
Alive though ftain'd by every abject slave,

Secure of fame, and justice in the grave.

Ah! no-when once the mortal yields to fate,
The blast of Fame's fweet trumpet founds too late,
Too late to ftay the fpirit on its flight,

Or footh the new inhabitant of light;

Who hears regardless, while fond man, distress'd,
Hangs on the abfent, and laments the bleft.

Farewel then fame, ill fought through fields of blood,

Farewell unfaithful promifer of good:

Thou mufic, warbling to the deafen'd ear!

Thou incenfe, wafted on the fun'ral bier!

Through life pursu'd in vain, by death obtain'd,
When ak'd, deny'd us, and when given, disdain'd.

AN

HOU dome, where Edward firft enroll'd

TH

This red-crofs knights and barons bold,

Whose vacant feats, by virtue bought,
Ambitious emperors have fought;

Where Britain's foremost names are found,
In peace belov'd, in war renown'd,
Who made the hostile nations moan,

Or brought a blefling on their own.

II. Once

Charles the third Earl of Sunderland, first married to Lady Anne Cavendish, youngest daughter of Henry Duke of Newcastle, and afterwards to Lady Anne Churchill, fecond daughter of the great Duke of Marlborough. By this Lady the title of Marlborough came into his family, his third fon, Charles, fucceeding to it on her death. He was

Secretary

II.

Once more a fon of SPENCER waits,

A name familiar to thy gates,

Sprung from the chief whose prowess gain'd
The garter while thy founder reign'd.

He offer'd here his dinted fhield,

The dread of Gauls in Creffi's field,
Which in thy high-arch'd temple rais'd,
For four long centuries hath blaz'd.

III.

These feats our fires, a hardy kind,
To the fierce fons of war confign'd,
The flow'r of chivalry, who drew
With finewy arm the stubborn yew;
Or with heav'd poll-axe clear'd the field;
Or who, in joufts and tourneys skill'd,
Before their Ladies' eyes renown'd,

Threw horfe and horfeman to the ground..

Secretary of State during the reign of Queen Anne, and the first perfon The removed on the change of the miniftry in the year 1710, He continued in oppofition to the measures of the governing party during the remainder of her reign. On the elevation of George I. he held fucceffively the posts of Lord Privy Seal, Secretary of State, and First Commiffioner of the Treafury, which laft he poffeffed almoft to the time of his death, which happened 21 April 1722. The installation of this Nobleman, which occafioned the above Poem, was performed with great magnificence at Wind for, on 28 May 1720.

Edward Lord Spencer, who is mentioned in our Hiftorians, for his gallant behaviour at the battle of Poitiers..

IV.

In after-times, as courts refin'd,
Our patriots in the lift were join'd,
Nor only Warwick ftain'd with blood,
Or Marlb'rough near the Danube's flood,
Have in their crimson croffes glow'd;
But, on juft law-givers beftow'd,
Thefe emblems Cecil did invest,

d

And gleam'd on wife Godolphin's breaft.

V.

So Greece, ere arts began to rise,
Fix'd huge Orion in the skies,
And ftern Alcides, fam'd in wars,
Befpangled with a thousand ftars;
'Till letter'd Athens round the pole
Made gentler conftellations roll,

e

In the blue heavens the Lyre the strung,
And near the Maid the Balance hung.

VI.

Then, SPENCER, mount amid the band,

Where knights and kings promifcuous stand.

William Cecil, Lord Burleigh, Secretary of State, and Lord High Treasurer of England, in the reign of Queen Elizabeth. He was created. a Knight of the Garter in June 1582.

d Sidney Godolphin, Earl of Godolphin, Lord High Treasurer of England in the reign of Queen Anne, was created a Knight of the Garter, July 6, 1704.

e Names of Conftellations.

What

What though the hero's flame reprefs'd
Burns calmly in thy gen'rous breast;
Yet who more dauntless to oppose
In doubtful days our home-bred foes?
Who rais'd his country's wealth fo high,
Or view'd with lefs defiring eye?

VII.

The fage, who large of foul furveys
The globe, and all its empires weighs,
Watchful the various climes to guide,
Which feas, and tongues, and faiths divide,
A nobler name in Windfor's fhrine
Shall leave, if right the Mufe divine,
Than sprung of old, abhorr'd and vain,
From ravag'd realms and myriads flain.
VIII.

Why praife we, prodigal of fame,
The rage that fets the world on flame?
My guiltlefs Mufe his brow fhall bind
Whose godlike bounty fpares mankind:
For thofe, whom bloody garlands crown,
The brafs may breathe, the marble frown;
To him, through every rescu'd land,
Ten thousand living trophies ftand.

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KENSING