XXVIII. Let Europe fav'd the column high erect, Than Trajan's higher, or than Antonine's ; Where fembling art may carve the fair effect, And full atchievement of thy great designs. In a calm heav'n, and a serener air, Sublime the Queen shall on the summit stand, 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 spread their rage XXIX.

[below. There fleets shall strive by winds and waters toft; Till the young Auftrian on Iberia's strand, Great as Æneas on the Latian coaft, Shall fix his foot : and this, be this the land, Great Jove, where I for ever will remain (The empire's other hope shall fay) and here Vanquish'd, intomb'd I'll lie; or crown'd, I'll reign O virtue, to thy British mother dear'! Like the fam'd Trojan suffer 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 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 jey appear, Numb'ring the wonders which that youth atchier'de 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 son.

XXXI.
There Ister pleas’d, by Blenheim's glorious field
Rolling shall bid his eastern waves declare
Germania fav'd by Britain's ample shield,
And bleeding Gaul afflicted by her spear:
Shall bid them mention Marlbro', on that shore
Leading his iflanders renown'd in arms,
Thro' climes, where never British chief before
Or pitch'd his camp, or founded his alarms :
Shall bid them bless the Queen, who made his streams
Glorious as those of Boyn, and safe as those of Thames.

XXXII. Brabantia, clad with fields, and crown'd with tow'rs, With decent joy shall her Deliv'rer meet ; Shall own thy arms, great Queen, and bless chy.pow'rag 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 fifter provinces shall know, How Anne supports a friend, and how forgives a foc.

XXXIII. 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 Nandards with distinguish'd honours bright, Marks of high pow'r and national command, VOL. II.

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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 Crefly's battle fav’d, to grace Ramilia's field,

XXXIV.
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 hoftile 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.

XXXV. Beneath, great Queen, oh! very far beneath, Near to the ground, and on the humble base, To fave herself from darkness, and from death, That Muse desires the last, 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 fing: And when thy will, and when thy subject's hand Had quell'd those wars, and bid that sury cease ; Hangs up her grateful harp to conquest, and to peace.

C Α Ν Τ Α Τ Α.

Set - by MONSIEUR GALLIAR D.

B

REGIT.
ENEATH a verdant lawrel's ample shado,

His lyre to mournful numbers strung,
Horace, immortalibard, fupinely laid,

To Venus thus address'd the song:
Ten thousand little Loves around
Lift’ning, dwelt on ev'ry sound.

A R I E T. Potent Venus, bid thy son

Sound no more his dire alarms. Youth on Glent wings is flown:

Graver years come rolling on, Spare my age, unfit for arms :

Safe and humble let me rest,

From all am'rous care releas'd. Potent Venus, bid thy fon

Sound no more his dire alarms.

R É C I T.
Yet, Venus, why do I each morn prepare
The fragrant wreath for Cloe's hair?
Why do I all day lament and sigh,
Unless the beauteous maid be nigh?

And why.all night pursue her in my dreams,
Through flow'ry meads, and crystal streams ?

R E G I T.
Thus fung the bard; and thus the goddess spoke.;
Submissive bow to Love's imperious yoke':

Ev'ry ftate, and ev'ry age
Shall own my rule, and fear my rage:
Compelld by me thy muse shall prove,
That all the world was born to love.

A RIET.
Bid thy destin'd lyre discover

Soft desire, and gentle.pain :
Often praise, and always love her:

Through her ear her heart obtain.
Verfe shall please, and fighs fhall move her:

Cupid does with Phoebus reign.

HER RIGHT NAME

A

S Nancy at'her toilet fat,

Admiring this, and blaming that i
Tell me, she said.; but tell me true;
The nymph who cou'd your heart fubdue,
What sort of charms does the possess ?
Absolve me, fair one, I'll confess;
With pleasure I reply'd. Her hair,
In ringlets rather dark than fair,
Does down her iv'ry bofom roll,
And hiding half, adorns the whole.