Not Belgia, and the refcu'd Ifle alone,
But Europe fhall her great Deliverer own:
Rome's mighty Grandeur was not more confeft,
When great Antonius travel'd thro the Eaft,
And Crouds of Monarchs did each Morning wait
With early Homage at his Palace-Gate. (meet;
Haft then, bright Prince! thy Britain's Transports
Haft to her Arms, and make her Bliss compleat!
What e'er glad News has reach'd her liftning Ear,
While her long abfent Lord provokes her Fear,
Her Joys are in fufpence, her Pleafures unfincere.
He comes, thy Hero comes! O beauteous Ifle!
Revive thy Genius with a chearful Smile!
Let thy rejoicing Sons fresh Palms prepare,
To grace the Trophies of the finish'd War;
On high be hung the Martial Sword infheath'd,
The Shield with Ribbons drefs'd, and Spear with
(Ivy wreath'd!
Let fpeaking Paint in various Tablets fhow
Paft Scenes of Battel to the Croud below!
Round this Triumphant Pile in ruftick Dance
The fhouting Swains fhall hand in hand advance;
The wealthy Farmer from his Toils fhall cease;
The Ploughman from the Yoke his fmoaking
(Steers release,

And join to folemnize the Festival of Peace.
No more for want of Hands th' unlabour'd Field,
Choak'd with rank Weeds, a fickly Crop shall yield:
Calm Peace returns; behold her fhining Train!
And fruitful Plenty is reftor'd again.

Apollo ceas'd; -The Mufes take the Sound,
From Voice to Voice th' harmonious Notes re-

bound,

(around.

And ecchoing Lyres tranfmit the volant Fugue

(Gales

Mean while the fteddy Bark with profp'rous Fills the large Sheets of her expanded Sails,

And

And gains th' intended Port; thick on the Strand,
Like fwarming Bees, th' affembl'd Britons ftand,
And prefs to fee their welcome Sov'reign land:
At his Approach unruly Tranfport reigns
In ev'ry Breaft, and Rapture fires their Veins.
A general Shout fucceeds, as when on high
Exploded Thunder rends the vaulted Sky.
A fhort Convulfion shakes the folid Shore,
And rocks th' adjacent Deep, unmov'd before;
Loud Acclamations thro the Valleys ring, (King.
While to Augufta's Walls the Croud attend their
And now behold a finish'd Tem-
*

ple rife,

On lofty Pillars climbing to the Skies!
Of Bulk ftupendous its proud Pile it

(Years.

* The Quire of St. Paul's first open'd on the Day of Thanksgiving for the

Peace.

rears,
The gradual Product of fucceffive
An inner Gate that folds with Iron Leaves,
The charm'd Spectator's entring Steps receives:
Where curious Works in twifted Stems are feen
Of branching Foliage vacuous between.
O'er this a vocal Organ mounted high

On Marble Columns, ftrikes the wondring Eye,
And feeds at once two Senfes with Delight,
Sweet to the Ear, and fplendid to the Sight.
Marble the Floor, enrich'd with native Stains
Of various Dye, and streak'd with azure Veins,
Ev'n emulous Art with Nature feems to strive,
And the carv'd Figures almoft breathe and live;
The painted Altar, glorious to behold,
Shines with delightful Blue, and dazling Gold.
Here first th' illuftrious Three of Heav'nly Race,
Religion, Liberty, and Peace embrace;
Here joyful Crouds their pious Thanks express
For Peace reftor'd, and Heav'ns Indulgence bless:
Aufpicious Structure! Born in happy Days,
Whofe first Employment is the Nobleft, PRAISE!
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So

So when by juft degrees, th' Eternal THOUGHT His Six-Days Labour to Perfection brought, With Laws of Motion first endu'd the Whole, And bad the Heav'ns in deftin'd Circles roll:

Then polish'd Spheres commenc'd their HarmoAll Nature in a Chorus did agree,

And the World's Birth-Day was a Jubilee.

(ny;

To my Lord Chancellor Hyde. Prefented on New Years-Day, 1662.

By J. DRYDEN.

My Lord,

WHI

HILE flattering Crouds officiously appear To give themselves, not you, an happy (Year; And by the greatness of their Presents prove How much they hope, but not how well they love; The Mufes (who your early Courtship boast, Tho now your Flames are with their Beauty loft) Yet watch their time, that if you have forgot They were your Miftreffes, the World may not: Decay'd by Time and Wars, they only prove Their former Beauty by your former Love; And now prefent, as antient Ladies do, That courted long at length are forc'd to woo, For ftill they look on you with fuch kind Eyes, As thofe that fee the Churches Sovereign rife, From their own Order chofe, in whofe high State They think themselves the second Choice of Fate. When our Great Monarch into Exile went, Wit and Religion fuffer'd Banishment:

The

Thus once when Troy was wrapt in Fire and Smoak,
The helpless Gods their burning Shrines forfook;
They with the vanquisht Prince and Party go,
And leave their Temples empty to the Foe:
At length the Muses stand reftor'd again
To that great Charge which Nature did ordain;
And their lov'd Druids feem reviv'd by Fate,
While you difpenfe the Laws and guide the State.
The Nation's Soul (our Monarch) does dispense
Through you to us his vital Influence;

You are the Channel where thofe Spirits flow,
And work them higher as to us they go.

In open Profpect nothing bounds our Eye,
Until the Earth feems joyn'd unto the Sky
So in this Hemisphere our utmost view
Is only bounded by our King and you:
Our fight is limited where you are join'd,
And beyond that no farther Heav'n can find.
So well your Vertues do with his agree,
That tho your Orbs of different greatness be,
Yet both are for each other's ufe difpos'd,
His to inclose, and yours to be inclos'd.
Nor could another in your room have been,
Except an Emptiness had come between.
Well may he then to you his Cares impart,
And share his Burden where he fhares his Heart.
In you his Sleep ftill wakes; his Pleasures find
Their Share of Bus'nefs in your lab'ring Mind:
So when the weary Sun his Place refigns,
He leaves his Light and by Reflection fhines.
Justice that fits and frowns, where publick Laws
Exclude foft Mercy from a private Cause,
In your Tribunal most her self does please;
There only smiles because she lives at ease;
And like young David finds her Strength the more,
When difincumber'd from thofe Arms fhe wore:

Heav'n would your Royal Master should exceed
Most in that Vertue which we most did need;
And his mild Father (who too late did find
All Mercy vain, but what with Pow'r was join'd)
His fatal Goodness left to fitter times,

Not to increase but to abfolve our Crimes.
But when the Heir of this vaft Treafure knew
How large a Legacy was left to you,
(Too great for any Subject to retain)
He wifely ty'd it to the Crown again:

Yet palling through your Hands it gathers more,
As Streams through Mines bear Tincture of their
While Emp❜rick Politicians ufe deceit,

(Ore.
Hide what they give, and cure but by a cheat;
You boldly fhew that Skill which they pretend,
And work by Means as noble as your End:
Which, fhould you veil, we might unwind the Clue,
As Men do Nature, till we came to you.
And as the Indies were not found before

Those rich Perfumes which from the happy Shore
The Winds upon their balmy Wings convey'd,
Whofe guilty Sweetness firft their World betray'd;
So by your Counfels we are brought to view
A rich and undiscover'd World in you.
By you our Monarch does that Fame affure,
Which Kings must have or cannot live fecure:
For profp'rous Princes gain the Subjects Heart,
Who love that Praife in which themselves have
By you he fits thofe Subjects to obey, (part :
As Heaven's Eternal Monarch does convey
His Pow'r unfeen, and Man to his Designs,
By his bright Minifters the Stars, inclines.

Our fetting Sun from his declining Seat
Shot Beams of Kindness on you, not of Heat:
And when his Love was bounded in a few,
That were unhappy that they might be true;

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