That Law, with all her pompous terror stands, To wrest the dagger from the traitor's hands; And rigid Justice reads the fatal word, Poises the balance first, then draws the sword. Britain her safety to your guidance owns, That she can sep'rate parricides from sons; That, impious rage disarm'd, she lives and reigns, Her freedom kept by him who broke her chains. And thou, great Minister, above the rest Of guardian spirits, be thou for ever blest: Thou, who of old was sent to Israel's court With secret aid, great David's strong support, To mock the frantic rage of cruel Saul, And strike the useless jav'lin to the wall. Thy later care o'er William's temples held, On Boyne's propitious banks, the heav'nly shield, When pow'r Divine did sov'reign right declare, And cannons mark'd whom they were bid to spare. Still, blessed Angel, be thy care the same! Be William's life untouch'd, as is his fame! Let him own thine, as Britain owns his hand; Save thou the King, as he has sav'd the land. We angels' forms in pious monarchs view; We rev'rence William, for he acts like you; Like you, commission'd to chastise and bless, He must avenge the world, and give it peace. Indulgent Fate our potent pray'r receives, And still Britannia smiles and William lives: The hero, dear to Earth, by Heav'n belov'd, By troubles must be vex'd, by dangers prov'd; His foes must aid, to make his fame complete, And fix his throne secure on their defeat. So, tho' with sudden rage the tempest comes, Tho' the winds roar, and tho' the water foams, Imperial Britain on the sea looks down, And smiling sees her rebel subjects frown: For William still new wonders shall be shown; The pow'rs that rescu'd shall preserve the throne. Safe on his darling Britain's joyful sea, Behold, the monarch ploughs his liquid way: By sounding trumpets, hear, and rattling drums, And see the soldier plead the monarch's right, Hence, then, close Ambush and perfidious War, TO A CHILD OF QUALITY, Five Years old, 1704; the Author then forty*. I. LORDS, knights, and 'squires, the num'rous band II. My pen amongst the rest I took, Lest those bright eyes that cannot read Should dart their kindling fires, and look The pow'r they have to be obey'd. * Mr. Prior was born in the year 1664. + We presume this young lady was one of the Dorset family, III. Nor quality nor reputation Forbid me yet my flame to tell, Dear five years old befriends my passion, IV. For, while she makes her silkworms beds, V. She may receive and own my flame, For, tho' the strictest prudes should know it, She'll pass for a most virtuous dame, And I for an unhappy poet. VI. Then, too, alas! when she shall tear VII. For, as our different ages move, 'Tis so ordain'd, (wou'd Fate but mend it!) That I shall be past making love When she begins to comprehend it. TO THE COUNTESS OF EXETER, Playing on the Lute. WHAT charms you have, from what high race you sprung, Have been the pleasing subjects of my song: The Persians thus, first gazing on the sun, Admir'd how high'twas plac'd,how bright it shone; But, as his pow'r was known, their thoughts were rais'd, * And soon they worshipp'd what at first they prais'd. Strange force of harmony, that thus controls Our thoughts, and turns and sanctifies our souls: While with its utmost art your sex could move Our wonder only, or at best our love: *Mrs. Katharine Philips. |