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To horid Zembla's frozen realms repair,
And rob thofe lands of legal right.
Again Astrea reigns!
Anna her equal scale maintains,
And Marlborough wields her fure deciding fword.
Now, couldst thou foar, my Muse, to fing the man
Thou should'st of Marlborough fing, whose hand
Far as the feven-mouth'd Ifter's fecret head,
Nor there thy song should end; though all the Nine
To fing that glorious day,
When bold Bavaria fled the field,
And veteran Gauls unus'd to yield
On Blenheim's Plain imploring mercy lay; And spoils and trophies won, perplex'd the victor's way,
But could thy voice of Blenheim fing,
And with fuccefs that fong purfue;
To keep the victor still in view?
For as the fun ne'er ftops his radiant flight,
To climes remote, and near,
His conquering arms by turns appear, And univerfal is his aid and force.
Attempt not to proceed, unwary Muse,
For O! what notes, what numbers could'ft thou chufe Though in all numbers skill'd:
*To fing the hero's matchless deed,
Which Belgia fav'd, and Brabant freed; To fing Ramillia's day! to which must yield Canna's illuftrious fight, and fam'd Pharfalia's field.
In the fhort courfe of a diurnal fun,
What verfe fuch worth can raife?
Luftre and life, the Poet's art
To middle virtue may impart ;
But deeds fublime, exalted high like these, Tranfcend his utmost fight; and mock his distant praise.
Still would the willing Mufe afpire,
With transport still her ftrains prolong;
But fear unftrings the trembling lyre,
And admiration ftops her fong.
Go on, great chief, in Anna's cause proceed;
Till Europe thou haft freed,
And univerfal peace reftor'd.
This mighty work when thou fhalt end,
Equal rewards attend,
Of value far above
Thy trophies and thy fpoils;
Rewards ev'n worthy of thy toils,
Thy Queen's juft favour, and thy Country's love.
To the Right Honourable the
EARL OF GODOLPHIN,
Lord HIGH-TREASURER of GREAT BRITAIN.
61 Quemvis mediâ erue turbâ :
"Aut ob avaritiam, aut miferâ ambitione laborat. "Hunc capit argenti fplendor
"Hic mutat merces furgente à fole, ad eum quo Vefpertina tepet regio: quin per mala præceps "Fertur
"Omnes hi metuunt verfus, odere poetas."
HOR. L. I. Sat. iv.
To hazardous attempts and hardy toils,
Ambition fome excites;
And fome, defire of martial spoils
Others, infatiate thirst of gain
Provokes to tempt the dangerous main,
Th' inclemency of winds, and feas, and air;
Her fpicy bofom bares, and fpreads her fhining ore.
Nor widows tears, nor tender orphans cries,
Nor fwelling feas, nor threatening skies, Prevent the pirate's course : Their lives to felfish ends decreed, Through blood or rapine they proceed; No anxious thoughts of ill repute Sufpend th' impetuous and unjust pursuit : But power and wealth obtain'd, guilty and great, Their fellow-creatures fears they raise, or urge their hate.
But not for these his ivory lyre
Nor Polyhymnia crown'd amid the choir,
Thy fprings, Caftalia, turn their streams afide
How juft, most mighty Jove, yet how fevere
That impious men fhall joyless hear
The Mufes' harmony!
Their facred fongs, (the recompence
Which pious minds to rapture raise,
And worthy deeds at once excite and praise,