And guides, but bounds our wishes : There the mind *
Feels its own fire, and kindles unconfin'd
With bolder hopes : Yet ftill beyond our vows,
Thy lovely glories rife, thy fpreading terror grows.
Princefs, the world already owns thy name:
Go, mount the chariot of immortal fame,
Nor die to be renown'd: Fame's loudeft breath
Too dear is purchas'd by an angel's death.
The vengeance of thy rod, with general joy,
Shall fcourge rebellion and the rival-boy † :
Thy founding arms his Gallic patron hears,
And speeds his flight; nor overtakes his fears,
Till hard despair wring from the tyrant's foul
The iron tears out. Let thy frown control
Our angry jars at home, till wrath submit
Her impious banners to thy facred feet;
Mad zeal, and frenzy, with their murderous train,
Feel these sweet realms in thine auspicious reign,
Envy expire in rage, and treafon bite the chain.
Let no black scenes affright fair Albion's ftage:
Thy thread of life prolong our golden age,
Long blefs the earth, and late afcend thy throne
Ethereal; (not thy deeds are there unknown,
Nor there unfung; for by thine awful hands
Heaven rules the waves, and thunders o'er the lands,
Creates inferior kings ‡, and gives 'em their commands.)
*The Proteftant Diffenters.
+ The Pretender.
She made Charles the Emperor's fecond fon King of Spain, who was afterwards Emperor of Germany.
Legions attend thee at the radiant gates;
For thee thy fifter-feraph, bleft Maria, waits.
But oh! the parting ftroke! fome heavenly power
Chear thy fad Britons in the gloomy hour;
Some new propitious ftar appear on high
The fairest glory of the Western sky,
And Anna be its name; with gentle fway
To check the planets of malignant ray,
Sooth the rude north wind, and the rugged Bear,
Calm rifing wars, heal the contagious air,
And reign with peaceful influence to the fouthern fphere.
Note, This poem was written in the year 1705, in that honourable part of the reign of our late Queen, when the had broke the French power at Blenheim, afferted the right of Charles the prefent emperor to the crown of Spain, exerted her zeal for the Proteftant Succeffion, and promifed inviolably to maintain the toleration to the Proteftant Diffenters. Thus the appeared the chief fupport of the Reformation, and the patronefs of the liberties of Europe.
The latter part of her reign was of a different colour, and was by no means attended with the accomplishment of thofe glorious hopes which we had conceived. Now the Mufe cannot fatisfy herfelf to publifh this new edition without acknowledging the miftake of her former prefages; and while the does the world this juice, fhe does herself the honour of a voluntary retractation. August 1. 1721. 1. W.
BRITONS, forgive the forward Muse
That dar'd prophetic feals to loose,
(Unfkill'd in fate's Eternal Book)
And the deep characters mistook.
George is the name, that glorious ftar;
Ye faw his fplendors beaming far;
Saw in the Eaft your joys arife,
When Anna funk in western skies,
Streaking the heavens with crimson gloom,
Emblems of tyranny and Rome,
Portending blood and night to come.
'Twas George diffus'd a vital ray,
And gave the dying nations day :
His influence fooths the Ruffian Bear,
Calms rifing wars, and heals the air;
Join'd with the fun his beams are hurl'd
To scatter bleffings round the world,
Fulfil whate'er the Mufe has fpoke,
And crown the work that Anne forfook.
To JOHN LOCKE, Efq; retired from Bufinefs.
ANGELS are made of heavenly things,
And light and love our fouls compose, Their blifs within their bofom springs, Within their bofom flows.
But narrow minds ftill make pretence
To search the coafts of flesh and sense,
And fetch diviner pleasures thence,
Men are akin to ethereal forms,
But they belye their nobler birth,
Debase their honour down to earth,
And claim a fhare with worms.
He that has treasures of his own
May leave the cottage or the throne,
May quit the globe, and dwell alone
Within his fpacious mind.
Locke hath a foul wide as the sea,
Calm as the night, bright as the day,
There may his vaft ideas play,
Nor feel a thought confin'd.
To JOHN SHUTE, Efq; (afterwards Lord BARRINGTON.)
On Mr. LOCKE's dangerous Sickness, fome time after he had retired to ftudy the Scriptures.
ND muft the man of wondrous mind
(Now his rich thoughts are just refin'd)
Forfake our longing eyes?
Reafon at length fubmits to wear
The wings of Faith; and lo, they rear
Her chariot high, and nobly bear
Her prophet to the skies.
Go, friend, and wait the prophet's flight,
Watch if his mantle chance to light,
And feize it for thy own;
Shute is the darling of his years,
Young Shute his better likeness bears;
All but his wrinkles and his hairs
Are copy'd in his fon.
Thus when our follies, or our faults,
Call for the pity of thy thoughts,
Thy pen fhall make us wife :
The fallies of whofe youthful wit
Could pierce the British fogs with light,
Place our true * Interest in our fight,
And open half our eyes.
* The Interest of England, written by Mr. Shute.
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