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SACRED TO VIRTUE, HONOUR, AND FRIENDSHIP.
To ber Majesty.
Queen of the northern world, whose gentle sway
The German Eagle feels her guardian dead;
Thy beamy wing at once defends and warms Fainting Religion, whilft in various formis Fair Piety fhines thro' the British isles. Here at thy fide and in thy kindest smiles * 25 Blazing in ornamental gold the stands To bless thy councils and aflift thy hands, And crowds wait round her to receive commands: There at a humble distance from the thronet Beauteous she lies, her lustre all her own, 30 Ungarnish’d, yet not blushing nor afraid, Nor knows suspicion nor affects the shade: Cheerful and pleas'd, the not prefumes to share In thy parental gifts but owns thy guardian care. For thee, dear Sov'reign ! endlefs vows arise, 35 And Zeal with earthly wing falutes the skies To gain thy fafety : here a folemn form * Of ancient words keeps the devotion warm, And guides but bounds our wifhes: there the mind + Teels its own fire, and kindles unconfin'd 40 With bolder hopes; yet still beyond our vows Thy lovely glories rife, thy fpreading terrour grows.
Princess! the world already owns thy name ; Go mount the chariot of immortal Fame, Nor die to be renown'd: Fame's loudest breath 45 Too dear is purchas’d by an angel's death.
* The establithed church of England. † The Protestant Didenters.
vengeance of thy rod with gen'ral joy Shall scourge rebellion and the rival boy *; Thy sounding arms his Gallick patron hears, And speeds his flight, not overtakes his fears 50 Till hard despair wring from the tyrant's soul The iron tears out. Let thy frown control Our angry jars at home till Wrath submit Her impious banners to thy facred feet; 54 Mad Zeal and Phrenzy with their murd'roustrain Fly these sweet realms in thine auspicious reign, Envy expire in rage, and Treason bite the chain.
Let no black scene affright fair Albion's stage; Thy thread of life prolong our Golden Age; Long bless the earth, and late afcend thy throne 60 Ethereal; (not thy deeds are there unknown Nor there unsung, for by thy awful hands Heav'nrules thewaves and thunders o'cr the lands, Creates inferiour kings † and gives them their
commands.) Legions attend thee at the radiant gates; 65 For thee thy fifter-seraph, bless’d Maria, waits.
But oh! the parting stroke! some heav'nly pow'r Chcer thy sad Britons in the gloomy hour;
The Pretender. + She made Charles the Emperour's second fon King of Spain, who is now Emperour of Germany.
Some new propitious itar appear on high,
Britons! forgive the forward Mufe
George is the name, chat glorious star; 5 Ye saw his fplendours beaming far,
* Note. This poem was written in the year 1705, in that honourable part of the reign of our láte Queen when the had broke the French power at Blenheim, asserted the right of Charles the present Emperour to the Crown of Spain, exerted her zeal for the Proteftant succession, and promited javiolably to maintain the toleration to the Proteftant Diflenters. Thus the appeared the chief support of the Reformation, and the
pao tronefs 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 those glorious hopes which we liad conceived. Now the Muse cannot satisfy herfelf to publith this new edition without acknowledging the mistake of her former presages, and while she does the
world this justice the does herfelf the honour of a voluntary retractation.
August 1. 1721.