XXVII.

While thus the ruin'd Foe's Despair commends Thy Council and Thy Deed, Victorious Queen, What shall Thy Subjects fay, and what Thy Friends? How fhall Thy Triumphs in Our Joy be seen? Oh! daign to let the Eldest of the NINB Recite BRITANNIA Great, and GALLIA Free: Oh! with her Sifter SCULPTURE let her join To raise, Great ANNE, the Monument to Thee; To Thee, of all our Good the Sacred Spring; To Thee, our dearest Dread; to Thee, our fofter KING.

XXVIII.

Let EUROPE fav'd the Column high erect,
Than TRAJAN's higher, or than ANTONINE'S 3
Where fembling Art may carve the fair Effect,
And full Atchievement of Thy great Designs.
In a calm Heav'n, and a ferener Air,

Sublime the QUBEN fhall on the Summit ftand,
From Danger far, as far remov'd from Fear,

And pointing down to Earth Her dread Command.
All Winds, all Storms that threaten Human Woe,
Shall fink beneath Her Feet, and fpread their Rage be-

flow.

XXIX.

There Fleets fhall strive by Winds and Waters tost; 'Till the young AUSTRIAN on IBERIA'S Strand, Great as ANBAS on the LATIAN Coaft,

Shall fix his Foot: and This, be This the Land,

Great

Great Jovв, where I for ever will remain
(The Empire's other Hope fhall fay) and here
Vanquish'd, Intomb'd I'll lye, or Crown'd I'll Reign—
O Virtue, to thy BRITISH Mother dear!

Like the fam'd TROJAN fuffer and abide ;

For ANNE is Thine, I ween, as VENUS was His Guide.

XXX.

There, in Eternal Characters engrav'd, VIGO, and GIBRALTAR, and BARCELONE, Their Force deftroy'd, their Privileges fav'd, Shall ANNA's Terrors, and Her Mercies own: SPAIN, from th' Ufurper BOURBON's Arms retriev'd, Shall with new Life and grateful Joy appear, Numb'ring the Wonders which That Youth atchiev'd, Whom ANNA clad in Arms, and fent to War; Whom ANNA fent to claim IBERIA'S Throne; And made Him more than King, in calling Him Her

XXXI.

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There ISTER pleas'd, by BLENHEIM's glorious Field Rolling, fhall bid his Eastern Waves declare GERMANIA fav'd by BRITAIN'S ample Shield, And bleeding GAUL afflicted by her Spear: Shall bid Them mention MARLBRÔ, on that Shore Leading his Inlanders, renown'd in Arms, Thro' Climes, where never BRITISH Chief before Or pitch'd his Camp, or founded his Alarms: Shall bid Them blefs the QUEEN, who made his Streams Glorious as thofe of Boys, and fafe as thofe of THAMES. XXXII. BR A

XXXII.

BRABANTIA, clad with Fields, and crown'd with Tow'rs, With decent Joy fhall her Deliv'rer meet;

Shall own Thy Arms, Great QUEEN, and blefs Thy Pow'rs,
Laying the Keys beneath Thy Subject's Feet.
FLANDRIA, by Plenty made the Home of War,

Shall weep her Crime, and bow to CHARLES restor'd;
With double Vows fhall bless Thy happy Care,
In having drawn, and having fheath'd the Sword.
From these their Sifter Provinces fhall know

HOW ANNE fupports a Friend, and how forgives a Foe.

XXXIII.

Bright Swords, and crested Helms, and pointed Spears In artful Piles around the Work fhall lye; And Shields indented deep in ancient Wars, Blazon'd with Signs of GALLIC Heraldry; And Standards with diftinguish'd Honors bright, Marks of high Pow'r and National Command, Which VALOIS' Sons, and BOURBON'S bore in Fight, Or gave to Foix, or MONTMORANCY'S Hand: Great Spoils, which GALLIA must to BRITAIN yield, From CRESSY'S Battel fav'd, to grace RAMILLIA's Field.

XXXIV.

And as fine Art the Spaces may dispose,

The knowing Thought and curious Eye fhall fee

Thy Emblem, Gracious QUEEN, the BRITISH Rofe, Type of sweet Rule, and gentle Majesty:

The

The NORTHERN Thistle, whom no Hoftile Hand
Unhurt too rudely may provoke, I ween;
HIBERNIA'S Harp, Device of Her Command,
And Parent of Her Mirth, fhall there be feen:
Thy vanquish'd Lillies, FRANCE, decay'd and torn,
Shall with disorder'd Pomp the lafting Work adorn.

XXXV.

Beneath, Great QUEEN, Oh! very far beneath;
Near to the Ground, and on the humble Bafe,
To fave Her felf from Darkness, and from Death,
That MUSE defires the laft, the lowest Place;
Who tho' unmeet, yet touch'd the trembling String;
For the fair Fame of ANNE and ALBION's Land,
Who durft of War and Martial Fury Sing:

And when Thy Will, and when Thy Subject's Hand
Had quell'd those Wars, and bid that Fury cease;
Hangs up her grateful Harp to Conqueft, and to Peace.

CANTАТА.

Set by Monfieur GALLIARD.

BENE

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ENEATH a verdant Lawrel's ample Shade,
His Lyre to mournful Numbers ftrung,

HORACE, immortal Bard, fupinely laid,
TO VENUS thus addrefs'd the Song:
Ten thoufand little Loves around
Lift'ning, dwelt on ev'ry Sound.

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Potent VENUS, bid Thy Son

Sound no more His dire Alarms. Youth on filent Wings is flown:

Graver Years come rolling on. Spare my Age, unfit for Arms: Safe and Humble let Me reft, From all Am'rous Care releas'd.

Potent VENUS, bid Thy Son

Sound no more His dire Alarms.

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Yet, VENUS, why do I each Morn prepare
The fragrant Wreath for CLOE'S Hair?
Why, why do I all Day lament, and figh,
Unless the beauteous Maid be nigh?