Royal youth! what bard divine, Shall in fome exalted meafure Who the sprightly note shall swell, Bold in thy brave paternal band, beheld, To thy ftronger fate gave way, Swift as the fleeting fhades upon the golden corn. IV. What valour, what diftinguish'd worth, Pledge of our present and our future peace, Still pour the bleffings forth, and give thy great increase. All the stock that fate ordains To fupply fucceeding reigns, Whether glory fhall inspire Dear to Albion all, like thee, Patrons of righteous rules, and foes to tyranny. V. Ye golden lights who shine on high, Short and easy be the pains, Which for a nation's weal the heroine fuftains. The growing race is thy peculiar care, To the long expected shore: None prefuming to withstand Thy celestial armed hand, While, his facred head to fhade, The blended cross on high thy filver shield display'd. VI. But, oh! what other form divine Propitious near the hero feems to shine! Peace of mind, and joy ferene, With zeal and pure devotion bending low. A thousand storms around her threat, A thousand billows roar beneath her feet, While, fix'd upon a rock, fhe keeps her stable feat. Still in fign of fure defence, Truft and mutual confidence, Still fhe bends her gracious eye, Nor fears her foes approach, while heaven and he are nigh. VII. Hence then with every anxious care! Where deceit and treafon dwell; There repining, raging, ftill The idle air with curfes fill; There blast the pathless wild, and the bleak northern hill; There your exile vainly moan; There where, with murmurs horrid as your own, Beneath the sweeping winds, the bending forefts groan; But thou, Hope, with smiling chear, Do thou bring the ready year; See the hours! a chofen band! See with jocund looks they stand, All in their trim array, and waiting for command. VIII. The welcome train begins to move, Hope leads increase and chaste connubial love : Flora fweet her bounty fpreads, And on the balmy air fits rofy-colour'd health. While to their monarch, thus, they raise the public voice. Always every where prevail; Pious, valiant, juft, and wife, Purer breezes fan the fkies, Earth in fruits and flowers is drest, Joy abounds in every breast, For thee thy people all, for thee the year is bleft. S ON G FOR THE KING'S BIRTH-DAY, MAY 28, 1716. II. Majefty and great renown Wait thy beamy brow to crown. III. Call thy better bleffings forth, IV. Queen of odours, fragrant May, Shall to thee refign his place, Thou shalt rule with better grace: Time from thee fhall wait his doom, } And thou shalt lead the year for every age to come. V. Fairest month, in Cæfar pride thee, |