Thy Wars, as Rivers raised by a Shower, Tho' they at firft may seem To carry all away with an enraged Stream; But all the Filth and Mud to scour, IX. In Fields unconquer'd, and fo well Thou didst in Battels and in Arms excel; Had been firft overcome by thee; As if her Wings were clipt, and could not flee, Before thou hadft what first thou didst deferve. As yet in a more large and higher Sphere: Thou, the great Sun, gav'ft Light to every Star; Thy felf an Army wert alone, And mighty Troops contain'd in one. Like that which flaming in the Angel's Hand, But yet thy Sword did more than his, Not only guarded, but did make this Land a Paradife, X. Thou fought'ft not to be High or Great, Nor for a Scepter or a Crown, Or Ermin, Purple, or the Throne ; Thy Fire was kindled from above alone; Brought thee Victorious to the Field. Thy Arms, like those which Ancient Heroes wore, Of Rule or Empire, did thy Mind inspire; Which did before the Perfian Armies go, What was referv'd by Heaven and those bleft Seats, And makes the Church triumphant here below. XI. Tho' Fortune did hang on thy Sword, Wounded'ft thy felf, when thou didst kill thy Foe. That which was rough does fhine at last, Thy Arms by being oftner us'd did smoother grow. Nor did thy Battels make thee Proud or High, Thy Conqueft rais'd the State, not Thee: Thou overcam'ft thy felf in every Victory. As when the Sun in a directer Line, Upon a polifh'd Golden Shield doth shine, The Shield reflects unto the Sun again his Light: So when the Heavens fmil'd on thee in Fight; When thy propitious God had lent Succefs, and Victory to thy Tent; To Heav'n again the Victory was fent. Then our own Rocks did ftand As to our Enemies unpaffable: A trembling Eccho ran through every Shore, Which was loft, or clouded feem'd: XIII. 'Till thou command'ft, that Azure Chain of Waves, Which Nature round about us fent, Made us to every Pirate Slaves, Was rather Burden than an Ornament; Thofe Fields of Sea that wash'd our Shores, Were plow'd, and reap'd by other Hands than ours: To us, the liquid Mafs, Which doth about us run, As it is to the Sun, Only a Bed to fleep on was: And not as now a powerful Throne, To shake and fway the World thereon. Our Princes in their Hand a Globe did fhew, But not a perfect one, Compos'd of Earth and Water too. Not make her equal, but a Slave to thee. Acknowledg'd thee his Sovereign: 4 'Till now our Valour did our felves more hurt ; Our Wounds to other Nations were a sport; And as the Earth, our Land produc'd Iron and Steel, which fhould to tear our felves be us❜d: Our ftrength within it felf did break, Like thundering Canons crack, And kill'd thofe that were near, While the Enemies fecur'd and untouch'd were. Is exercifing Arms and Wars With Foreign or Inteftine Jars. The Torch extinguish'd here, we lend to others Oyl, whofe Flame through all the Air doth go, Befides, the Glories of thy Peace Are not in number, nor in value less, Thy Hand did cure, and close the Scars Not only lanc'd but heal'd the Wound, And Floods came roaring in with mighty found, And favedst those that would themselves have drown'd: A work which none but Heaven and Thee could do, When thou hadft greater cause of fear: Nor didst thou only for thy Age provide, Shall pay unto thy Fame as much as we; When Fate did call thee to a higher Throne, When Heaven did say it, and thou must be gone, Thou him to bear thy burden chofe, Who might (if any could) make us forget thy lofs; Nor hadst thou him defign'd, Had he not been Not only to thy Blood, but Virtue kin, |