Shall now be visible no more; [flood; When Sambre shall have chang'd her winding And children ask, where Namur stood. Namur, proud city, how her towers were arm❜d! Guided the hero to the hostile towers. When, wing'd with speed, he flew through air. The hero's glory to restrain: Streams arm'd with rocks, and mountains red with fire In vain against his force conspire. Behold him from the dreadful height appear! And lo! Britannia's lions waving there. Europe freed, and France repell❜d, The hero from the height beheld : He spake the word, that war and rage should cease: To the rejoicing world below. To rescu'd states, and vindicated crowns, His equal hand prescrib'd their ancient bounds; Ordain'd, whom every province should obey; How far each monarch should extend his sway; Taught 'em how clemency made power rever'd; Whither would the Muse aspire With Pindar's rage, without his fire? I from thy altars, Janus, stray, To mind the rider's voice, or hear the reins: When glorious fields and opening camps he views; He runs with an unbounded loose: Hardly the Muse can sit the headstrong horse; Nor would she, if she could, check his impetuous force; With the glad noise the cliffs and valleys ring; While she through earth and air pursues the king, She now beholds him on the Belgic shore; She through the raging ocean now Views him advancing his auspicious prow; Combating adverse winds and winter seas, Sighing the moments that defer our ease; Daring to wield the sceptre's dangerous weight, And taking the command, to save the state; Though ere the doubtful gift can be secur'd, New wars must be sustain'd, new wounds endur'd. Through rough Ierne's camps she sounds alarms, The god rebukes their fear, and owns the praise Back to his Albion she delights to bring Firm he rejects the altars she would raise; When certain to o'ercome, inclin❜d to save, Sudden another scene employs her sight; Then with unweary wing the goddess soars East, over Danube and Propontis' shores; Where jarring empires, ready to engage, Retard their armies, and suspend their rage; Till William's word, like that of Fate, declares, If they shall study peace, or lengthen wars. How sacred his renown for equal laws, To whom the world defers its common cause! How fair his friendships, and his leagues how just, Whom every nation courts, whom all religions trust! From the Mæotis to the Northern sea, 1 Peter the Great. Breaking, and as he rolls his rapid course, Drowning, or bearing down, whatever meets his way. But her own king she likens to his Thames, Swift without violence, without terror great. Yet whither would th' adventurous goddess go? Resolv'd to reach the high empyrean sphere, To Chromius' strength and Theron's speed unknown: Till, lost in trackless fields of shining day, Which Nassau's virtue only could explore, |