Is there a town where children are not taught,
Here Holland profper'd, for here Orange fought;
Through rapid waters, and through flying fire,
Here rush'd the prince, here made whole France. retire?
By different nations be his valour bleft,
In different languages.confeft;
And then let Shannon fpeak the reft:
Let Shannon speak, how on her wondering shore,
When Conqueft hovering on his arms did wait,
And only afk'd fome lives to bribe her o'er;
The god-like man, the more than conqueror,
With high contempt fent back the fpecious bait
And, fcorning glory at a price too great,
With fo much power, such piety did join,
As made a perfect virtue foar
A pitch unknown to man before ;
And lifted Shannon's waves o'er those of Boyne.
XI.
Nor do his fubjects only share
The profperous fruits of his indulgent reign;
His enemies approve the pious war,
Which, with their weapon, takes away their chain..
More than his fword his goodness strikes his foes;
They blefs his arms, and figh they muft oppofe..
Juftice and freedom on his conquefts wait;
And 'tis for man's delight that he is great:
Succeeding times fhall with long joy contend,
If he were more a victor, or a friend :
So much his courage and his mercy ftrive,
He wounds, to cure; and conquers, to forgive.
Ye heroes, that have fought your country's caufe,
Redress'd her injuries, or form'd her laws,
To my adventurous song just witness bear,
Affift the pious Muse, and hear her swear;
That 'tis no Poet's thought, no flight of youth,
But folid ftory, and feverest truth,
That William treasures up a greater name,
Than any country, any age, can boast:
And all that ancient ftock of fame
He did from his fore-fathers take,
He has improv'd, and gives with intereft back;
And in his conftellation does unite
Their fcatter'd rays of fainter light:
Above or Envy's lafh, or Fortune's wheel
That fettled glory fhall for ever dwell:
Above the rolling orbs, and common sky,
Where nothing comes that e'er shall die.
XIII.
Where roves the Mufe? Where, thoughtless to return,
Is her fhort-liv'd veffel borne,
By potent winds too subject to be toft,
And in the fea of William's praises loft?
Nor let her tempt that deep, nor make the fhore,
Where our abandon'd youth she fees,
Shipwreck'd in luxury, and loft in ease;
Whom nor Britannia's danger can alarm,
Nor William's exemplary virtue warm :
Tell them, howe'er, the king can yet forgive
Their guilty floth, their homage yet receive,
And let their wounded honour live:
But fure and fudden be their just remorse ;
"Swift be their virtue's rife, and strong its course;
For though for certain years and destin❜d times,
Merit has lain confus'd with crimes;
Though Jove feem'd negligent of human cares,
Nor fcourg'd our follies, nor return'd our prayers,
His justice now demands the equal scales,
Sedition is fupprefs'd, and truth prevails :
Fate its great ends by flow degrees attains,
And Europe is redeem'd, and William reigns.
HYMN to the SUN. Set by Dr. H. PURCELL. And intended to be sung before their MAJESTIES on New-year's day, 1693-4.
LIGHT of the world, and ruler of the year,
With happy speed begin thy great career;
And, as thou doft thy radiant journies run,
Through every diftant climate own,
That in fair Albion thou haft feen
The greatest prince, the brightest queen, That ever fav'd a land, or bleft a throne,
Since first thy beams were fpread, or genial power was known.
So may thy godhead be confeft,
So the returning year be bleft,
As his infant months beftow
Springing wreaths for William's brow;
As his fummer's youth shall shed
Eternal fweets around Maria's head.
From the bleffings they beftow,
Our times are dated, and our æra's move
They govern and enlighten all below,
As thou doft all above.
Let our hero in the war
Active and fierce, like thee, appear:
Like thee, great fon of Jove, like thee
When, clad in rifing majesty,
Thou marcheft down o'er Delos' hills confeft,
With all thy arrows arm'd, in all thy glory dreft.
Like thee, the hero does his arms employ,
The raging Python to destroy,
And give the injur'd nations peace and joy.
From faireft years, and time's more happy stores,
Gather all the fmiling hours;
Such as with friendly care have guarded
Patriots and kings in rightful wars;
Such as with conquest have rewarded
Triumphant victors' happy cares;
Such as story has recorded
Sacred to Naffau's long renown,
For countries fav'd, and battles won.
March them again in fair array,
And bid them form the happy day,
The happy day defign'd to wait
On William's fame, and Europe's fate.
Let the happy day be crown'd
With great event, and fair fuccefs ;
No brighter in the year be found,
But that which brings the victor home in peace.
VI.
Again thy godhead we implore,
Great in wisdom as in power;
Again, for good Maria's fake, and ours,
Choose out other fmiling hours;
Such as with joyous wings have fled,
When happy counfels were advifing;
Such as have lucky omens shed
O'er forming laws, and empires rifing;
Such as many-courses ran,
Hand in hand a goodly train,
To blefs the great Eliza's reign;
And in the typic glory show,
What fuller blifs Maria fhall beftow.
As the folemn hours advance,
Mingled fend into the dance
Many fraught with all the treasures,
Which thy eastern travel views ;
Many wing'd with all the pleasures,
Man can afk, or Heaven diffufe:
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