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Till the young Austrian on Iberia's strand,
There, in eternal characters engrav'd, Vigo," and Gibraltar, and Barcelone, Their force destroy'd, their privileges sav'd, Shall Anna’s terrors and her mercies own : Spain, from th' usurper Bourbon's arms retriev'd, Shall with new life and grateful joy appear, Numbering the wonders which that youth achiev’d, Whom Anna clad in arms and sent to war; Whom Anna sent to claim Iberia's throne; And made him more than king, in calling him her
There Isther, pleas'd by Blenheim's glorious field, Rolling shall bid his eastern waves declare Germania sav’d by Britain's ample shield,
1 Vigo was surprised by the Duke of Ormond and Sir George Rooke, and the galleons taken and destroyed in the year 1702; Gibraltar by Sir George Rooke in 1704; and Barcelona by the Prince of Hesse and the Earl of Peterborough in 1705.
And bleeding Gaul afflicted by her spear;
Brabantia, clad with fields, and crown'd with towers, With decent joy shall her deliverer meet; Shall own thy arms, great queen, and bless thy powers, 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 shall bless thy happy care, In having drawn, and having sheath'd the sword; From these their sister provinces shall know How Anne supports a friend, and how forgives afoe.
Bright swords, and crested helms, and pointed spears, In artful piles around the work shall lie; And shields indented deep in ancient wars, Blazon'd with signs of Gallic heraldry; And standards with distinguish’d honours bright, Marks of high power and national command,
Which Valois' sons, and Bourbon's bore in fight,
And, as fine art the spaces may dispose, The knowing thought and curious eye shall see Thy emblem, gracious queen, the British rose, Type of sweet rule and gentle majesty: The northern thistle, whom no hostile hand Unhurt too rudely may provoke, I ween; Hibernia's harp, device of her command, And parent of her mirth, shall there be seen : . Thy vanquish’d lilies, France, decay’d and torn, Shall with disorder'd pomp the lasting work adorn.
Beneath, great queen, oh! very far beneath, Near to the ground, and on the humble base, To save herself from darkness and from death, That Muse desires the last, the lowest place; Who, though unmeet, yet touch'd the trembling string, For the fair fame of Anne and Albion's land, Who durst 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 conquest and to peace.
HER RIGHT NAME.
As Nancy at her toilet sat,
The gipsy, turning to her glass,
SET BY MONSIEUR GALLIARD.
BENEATH a verdant laurel's ample shade,
Potent Venus, bid thy son