Holland repining, and in grief cast down, Sees the new glories of the British crown. Ah! may they ne'er provoke thee to the fight, Nor foes more dreadful than the Gauliavite; Soon may they hold the olive, foon affuage Their fecret murmurs, nor call forth thy rage To rend their banks, and pour at one command Thy realm the fea o'er their precarious land.
Henceforth be thine, Vicegerent of the skies! 370 Scorn'd worth to raise, and Vice in robes chastife, To dry the orphan's tears, and from the bar Chafe the brib'd judge, and hush the wordy war; Deny the curft blafphemer's tongue to rage, And turn God's fury from an impious age. Bleft change! the foldier's late destroying hand Shall rear new temples in his native land; Miftaken zealots fhall with fear behold,
And beg admittance in our facred fold;
On her own works the pious queen shall smile, 380 And turn her cares upon her fav'rite ifle.
So the keen bolt a warriour angel aims, Array'd in clouds and wrapt in mantling flames; He bears a tempeft on his founding wings,
And his red arm the forky vengeance flings:
At length Heav'n's wrath appeas'd he quits the war
To roll his orb and guide his destin'd star, To fhed kind fate and lucky hours bestow, And fmile propitious on the world below,
Around thy throne shall faithful nobles wait; 390 Thefe guard the church and thofe direct the state. To Bristol, graceful in maternal tears,
The Church her tow'ry forehead gently rears; She begs her pious fon t' affert her cause, Defend her rights, and reinforce her laws; With holy zeal the facred work begin
To bend the ftubborn and the meek to win. Our Oxford's Earl in careful thought shall stand To raise his queen and fave a finking land. 399 The wealthiest glebe to rav'nous Spaniards known He marks, and makes the golden world our own, Content with hands unfoil'd to guard the prize, And keep the store with undefiring eyes.
So round the tree that bore Hefperian gold The facred watch lay curl'd in many a fold; His eyes uprearing to th' untafted prey The fleepless guardian wafted life away. Beneath the peaceful olives rais'd by you Her ancient pride shall ev'ry art renew,
(The arts with you fam'd Harcourt shall defend, 410 And courtly Bolingbroke, the Mufe's friend.) With piercing eye fome fearch where Natureplays, And trace the wanton thro' her darkfome maze, Whence health from herbs, from feeds how groves How vital freams in circling eddies run; Some teach why round the fun the spheres advance In the fix'd meafures of their mystick dance;
How tides when heav'd by preffing moons o'erflow, And funborn Iris paints her show'ry bow.
In happy chains our daring language bound Shall port no more in arbitrary found, But bufkin'd bards henceforth fhall wifely rage, And Grecian plans reform Britannia's stage. Till Congreve bids her smile Augusta stands, And longs to weep when flowing Rowe commands. Britain's Spectators fhall their strength combine 426 To mend our morals and our tafte refine,
Fight virtue's caufe, ftand up in wit's defence, Win us from vice, and laugh us into fenfe. Nor, Prior! haft thou hufh'd the trump in vain; 430 Thy lyre fhall now revive her mirthful ftrain;
New tales fhall now be told: if right I fee
Tre foul of Chaucer is reftor'd in thee. Garth in majestick numbers to the ftars
Shall raife mock heroes and fantaftick wars.
Like the young spreading laurel, Pope! thy name Shoots up with ftrength and rifes into fame. With Philips fhall the peaceful vallies ring, And Britain hear a fecond Spenfer sing.
That much lov'd youth whom Utrecht's walls confine To Bristol's praifes fhall his Strafford's join: He too from whom attentive Oxford draws Rules for juft thinking and poetick laws, To growing bards his learned aid fhall lend,
The Atricteft critick and the kindest friend.
Ev'n mine, a bashful Mufe, whofe rude effays Scarce hope for pardon, not afpire to praise, Cherifh'd by you in time may grow to fame, And mine furvive with Bristol's glorious name. Fir'd with the views this glitt'ring fcene difplays, And fmit with paffion for my country's praife, 451 My artless reed attempts this lofty theme Where facred Ifis rolls her ancient stream; In cloifter'd domes the great Philippa's pride, [fide, Where learning blooms while fame and worth pre- Where the fifth Henry arts and arms was taught, 456 And Edward form'd his Creffy yet unfought, Where laurell'dbards have ftruck the warblingftrings, The feat of fages and the nurse of kings.
Here thy commands, O Lancafter! inflame My cager breaft to raise the British name,
Urge on my foul with no ignoble pride To woo the Mufe whom Addison enjoy'd,
See that bold fwan to heav'n fublimely foar, Purfue at diftance, and his fteps adore.
THE ROYAL PROGRESS.
WHEN Brunswick first appear'd each honest heart Intent on verfe difdain'd the rules of art; For him the fongfters in unmeafur'd odes Debas'd Alcides and dethron'd the gods,
In golden chains the kings of India led,
Or rent the turban from the Sultan's head. One in old fables and the Pagan ftrain
With nymphs and Tritons wafts him o'er the main; Another draws fierce Lucifer in arms,
And fills th' infernal region with alarms;
A third awakes fome Druid to foretel Each future triumph from his dreary cell. Exploded fancies! that in vain deceive,
While the Mind naufeates what the cann't believe.. My Mufe th' expected hero fhall pursue
From clime to clime, and keep him ftill in view; His fhining march defcribe in faithful lays, Content to paint him; nor presume to praise: Their charms, if charms they have, the truth fupplies, And from the theme unlabour'd beauties rife.
By longing nations for the throne defign'd, And call'd to guard the rights of humankind, With fecret grief his godlike foul repines, And Britain's crown with joyless luftre shines, While pray'rs and tears his deftin'd progress stay, 25 And crowds of mourners choke their fov'reign's way. Not fo he march'd when hostile squadrons stood In fcenes of death and fir'd his gen'rous blood; When his hot courfer paw'd th' Hungarian plain, And adverfe legions stood the fhock in vain, 30 His frontiers past the Belgian bounds he views, And cross the level fields his march pursues:
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