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To the Right Honourable CHARLES, Earl
of Orrery, these Poems are most humbly dedicated by his Lordship's moft obliged, and most obedient Servant,
“ Augur, & fulgente decorus arcu
“ Phæbus acceptusque novem Camænis,
Qui salutari levat arte fessos
“ Alterum in Lustrum meliusque semper
“ Proroget ævum.”
BEGIN, celestial source of light,
To gild the new-revolving sphere ; And from the pregnant womb of night, Urge on to birth the infant year.
Rich with auspicious lustre rise,
Thou fairest regent of the skies,
Conspicuous with thy silver bow!
To thee, a god, 'twas given by Jove
To rule the radiant orbs above,
To Gloriana this below,
With joy renew thy destin'd råce,
And let the mighty months begin :
Let no ill omen cloud thy face,
Through all thy circle smile ferene.
While the stern ministers of fate
Watchful o'er pale Lutetia wait,
To grieve the Gaul's perfidious head ;
The hours, thy offspring heavenly fair,
Their whitest wings should ever wear,
And gentle joys on Albion shed.
When Ilia bore the future fates of Rome,
And the long honours of her race began,
Thus, to prepare the graceful age to come,
They from thy stores in happy order ran.
Heroes elected to the list of fame,
Fix'd the fure columns of her rifing state :
Till the loud triumphs of the Julian name
Render'd the glories of her reign compleat,
advanc'd a rival to the rest, In comely spoils of war, and great atchievements dreft.
Say, Phæbus, for thy searching eye
Saw Rome the darling child of fate,
When nothing equal here could vie
In strength with her imperious state ;
Say if high virtues there did reign
Exalted in a nobler strain,
Than in fair Albion thou hast seen :
Or can her demi-gods compare
Their trophies for successful war,
To those that rise for Albion's Queen!
When Albion first majestic shew'd
High o'er the circling seas her head,
Her the great Father smiling view'd,
And thus to bright Victoria faid :
Mindful of Phlegra's happy plain,
On which, fair nymph, you fix'd
This ifle to you shall sacred be ;
Her hand shall hold the rightful scale,
And crowns be vanquish’d, or prevail,
As Gloriana shall decree.
Victoria triumph in thy great increase !
With joy the Julian ftem the Tyber claims,
Young Ammon's might the Granic waves confess;
The Heber 'had a Mars, a Churchill Thames :
Roll, Sovereign of the streams ! thy rapid tide,
And bid thy brother floods revere the Queen,
Whose voice the hero's happy hand employ'd
To fave the Danube, and subdue the Seine ;
And, boldly just to Gloriana's fame,
Exalt thy silver urn, and duteous homage claim.
Advanc'd to thy meridian height,
On earth, great God of Day, look down :
Let Windsor entertain thy sight,
Clad in fair emblems of renown :
And whilst in radiant pomp appear
The names to bright Victoria dear,
Intent the long procession view :
Confefs none worthier ever wore
Her favours, or was deck'd with more,
Than she confers on Churchill's brow.
But oh! withdraw thy piercing rays,
The nymph anew begins to moan,
Viewing the much-lamented space,
Where late her warlike William Thone :
There fix'd by her officious hand,
His sword and sceptre of command
To deathless fame adopted rest :
Nor wants three to compleat her woe,
Plac'd with respectful love below,
The star that beam'd on Gloucester's breast.
O Phoebus ! all thy saving power employ,
Long let our vows avert the destin'd woe,
Ere Gloriana re-ascends the sky,
And leaves a land of orphans here below!