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Untouched, unknown, to any Muse before; 304
She, from the noble precipices thrown,
Comes rushing with uncommon ruin down.
Glorious attempt! unhappy fate!
The song too daring, and the theme too great!
Yet rather thus she wills to die,
Than in continued annals live, to sing 310
A second hero, or a vulgar king;
And with ignoble safety fly
In sight of earth, along a middle sky.
To Janus' altars, and the numerous throng,
That round his mystic temple press,
For William's life, and Albion's peace,
Ambitious Muse reduce the roving song.
Janus, cast thy forward eye
Future, into great Rhea's pregnant womb;
Where young ideas brooding lie, 320
And tender images of things to come;
Till by thy high commands released,
Till by thy hand in proper atoms dressed,
In decent order they advance to light;
Yet then too swiftly fleet by human sight;
And meditate too soon their everlasting flight.
Nor beaks of ships in naval triumph borne,
Nor ståndards from the hostile ramparts torn,
Nor trophies brought from battles won,
Nor oaken wreath, nor mural crown, 330
Can any future honours give
To the victorious monarch's name:
The plenitude of William's fame
Can no accumulated stores receive.
Shut then, auspicious god, thy sacred gate,
And make us happy, as our king is great. 336
Be kind, and with a milder hand,
Closing the volume of the finished age,
Though noble, 'twas an iron page,
A more delightful leaf expand,
Free from alarms, and fierce Bellona's rage.
Bid the great months begin their joyful round,
By Flora some, and some by Ceres crowned;
Teach the glad hours to scatter as they fly,
Soft quiet, gentle love, and endless joy;
Lead forth the years for peace and plenty famed,
From Saturn's rule, and better metal named.
Secure by William's care let Britain stand,
Nor dread the bold invader's hand:
From adverse shores in safety let her hear 350
Foreign calamity, and distant war;
Of which let her, great Heaven, no portion bear!
Betwixt the nations let her hold the scale,
And as she wills, let either part prevail;
Let her glad valleys smile with wavy corn:
Let fleecy flocks her rising hills adorn;
Around her coast let strong defence be spread:
Let fair abundance on her breast be shed;
And heavenly sweets bloom round the goddess' head.
Where the white towers and ancient roofs did stand,
Remains of Wolsey's or great Henry's hand, 361
To age now yielding, or devoured by flame;
Let a young phenix raise her towering head;
Her wings with lengthened honour let her spread;
And by her greatness show her builder's fame.
August and open, as the hero's mind,
Be her capacious courts designed:
Let every sacred pillar bear
Trophies of arms, and monuments of war. 369
The king shall there in Parian marble breathe,
His shoulder bleeding fresh: and at his feet
Disarmed shall lie the threatening Death;
For so was saving Jove's decree complete.
Behind, that angel shall be placed, whose shield
Saved Europe in the blow repelled:
On the firm basis, from his oozy bed;
Boyne shall raise his laurelled head;
And his immortal stream be known,
Artfully waving through the wounded stone.
And thou, imperial Windsor, stand enlarged, 380
With all the monarch's trophies charged;
Thou, the fair Heaven, that dost the stars inclose,
Which William's bosom wears, or hand bestows
On the great champions who support his throne,
And virtues nearest to his own.
Round Ormond's knee, thou tiest the mystic string
That makes the knight companion to the king.
From glorious camps returned, and foreign fields.
Bowing before thy sainted warrior's shrine,
Fast by his great forefather's coats, and shields 890
Blazoned from Bohun's, or from Butler's line,
He hangs his arms; nor fears those arms should shine
With an unequal ray; or that his deed
With paler glory should recede,
Eclipsed by theirs, or lessened by the fame
Even of his own maternal Nassau's name.
Thou smiling see'st great Dorset's worth confessed,
The ray distinguishing the patriot's breast;
Born to protect and love, to help and please;
Sovereign of wit, and ornament of peace. 400
O! long as breath informs this fleeting frame, 401
Ne'er let me pass in silence Dorset's name;
Ne'er cease to mention the continued debt,
Which the great patron only would forget,
And duty, long as life, must study to acquit.
Renowned in thy records shall Cavendish stand,
Asserting legal power, and just command:
To the great house thy favour shall be shown,
The father's star transmissive to the son.
From thee the Talbot's and the Seymour's race 410
Informed, their sire's immortal steps shall trace:
Happy, may their sons receive
The bright reward, which thou alone canst give.
And if a god these lucky numbers guide,
If sure Apollo o'er the verse preside;
Jersey, beloved by all (for all must feel
The influence of a form and mind,
Where comely grace and constant virtue dwell,
Like mingled streams, more forcible when joined)
Jersey shall at thy altars stand; 420
Shall there receive the azure band,
That fairest mark of favour and of fame,
Familiar to the Williers' name.
Science to raise, and knowledge to enlarge,
Be our great master's future charge;
To write his own memoirs, and leave his heirs
High schemes of government, and plans of wars;
By fair rewards our noble youth to raise
To emulous merit, and to thirst of praise;
To lead them out from ease ere opening dawn, 480
Through the thick forest and the distant lawn,
Where the fleet stag employs their ardent care, 432
And chases give them images of war.
To teach them vigilance by false alarms;
Inure them in feigned camps to real arms;
Practise them now to curb the turning steed,
Mocking the foe; now to his rapid speed
To give the rein, and in the full career,
To draw the certain sword, or send the pointed spear.
Let him unite his subjects' hearts, 440 Planting societies for peaceful arts; Some that in nature shall true knowledge found, And by experiment make precept sound; Some that to morals shall recall the age, And purge from vicious dross the sinking stage; Some that with care true eloquence shall teach, And to just idioms fix our doubtful speech: That from our writers distant realms may know, The thanks we to our monarch owe; And schools profess our tongue through every land, 450 That has invoked his aid, or blessed his hand.
Let his high power the drooping Muses rear,
The Muses only can reward his care;
'Tis they that guard the great Atrides' spoils;
'Tis they that still renew Ulysses' toils:
To them by smiling Jove 'twas given, to save
Distinguished patriots from the common grave;
To them, great William's glory to recall,
When statues moulder, and when arches fall.
Nor let the Muses, with ungrateful pride, 460
The sources of their treasure hide;
The Hero's virtue does the string inspire,
When with big joy they strike the living lyre.