(A consequential ill which freedom draws;
A bad effect, but from a noble cause)
We can with universal zeal advance,
To curb the faithless arrogance of France;
Nor ever shall Britannia's sons refuse
To answer to thy Master or thy Muse;
Nor want just subject for victorious strains,
While Marlbro's arm eternal laurels gains, 200
And where old Spenser sung a new Eliza reigns,
LIGHT of the world, and ruler of the year,
With happy speed begin thy great career,
And, as thou dost thy radiant journeys run,
Thro' ev'ry distant climate own,
That in fair Albion thou hast seen
The greatest prince, the brightest queen,
That ever sav'd a land or blest a throne,
Since first thy beams were spread, or genial pow'r [was known.
So may thy godhead be confest,
So the returning year be blest,
As his infant months bestow
Springing wreaths for William's brow;
As his summer's youth shall shed
Eternal sweets around Maria's head.
From the blessings they bestow
Our times are dated, and our æras move:
They govern and enlighten all below,
As thou dost all above.
Sung before their Majesties on new-year's day, 1694.
Let our hero, in the war
Active and fierce, like thee, appear;
Like thee, great son of Jove, like thee,
When, clad in rising majesty,
Thou marchest down o'er Delos' hills confess'd,
With all thy arrows arm'd, in all thy glory dress'd.
Like thee, the hero does his arms employ
The raging Python to destroy,
And give the injur'd nations peace and joy.
From fairest years, and time's more happy stores,
Gather all the smiling 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 Nassau's long renown,
For countries sav'd and battles won.
March them again in fair array,
And bid them form the happy day,
The happy day design'd to wait
On William's fame and Europe's fate.
Let the happy day be crown'd
With great event and fair success;
No brighter in the year be found,
But that which brings the victor home in peace.
Again thy godhead we implore,
Great in wisdom as in pow'r;
Again, for good Maria's sake and ours,
Choose out other smiling Hours ;
Such as with joyous wings have fled
When happy counsels were advising;
Such as have lucky omens shed
O'er forming laws and empires rising;
Such as many courses ran,
Hand in hand, a goodly train,
To bless the great Eliza's reign;
And in the typic glory show
What fuller bliss Maria shall bestow.
As the solemn Hours advance,
Mingled send into the dance
Many fraught with all the treasures
Which thy eastern travel views;
Many, wing'd with all the pleasures
Man can ask, or Heav'n diffuse ;
That great Maria all those joys may know,
Which, from her cares, upon her subjects flow.
For thy own glory sing our Sov'reign's praise,
God of verses and of days;
Let all thy tuneful sons adorn
Their lasting work with William's name;
Let chosen Muses yet unborn
Take great Maria for heir future theme;
Eternal structures let them raise
On William and Maria's praise :
Nor want new subject for the song,
Nor fear they can exhaust the store,
Till Nature's music lies unstrung;
Till thou, great God! shalt lose thy double pow'r,
And touch thy lyre, and shoot thy beams no more.
THE FIRST HYMN OF CALLIMACHUS.
WHILE we to Jove select the holy victim,
Whom apter shall we sing than Jove himself,
The God for ever great, for ever king,
Who slew the earthborn race, aud measures right
To heav'n's great 'habitants? Dictæan hear'st thou
More joyful, or Lycæan, long dispute
And various thought has trac'd. On Ida's mount,
Or Dictæ, studious of his country's praise,
The Cretan boasts thy natal place; but oft'
He meets reproof deserv'd; for he, presumptuous,
Has built a tomb for thee who never know'st
To die, but liv'st the same to-day and ever.
Arcadian therefore by thy birth: great Rhea,
Pregnant, to high Parrhasia's cliffs retir'd,
And wild Lycæus, black with shading pines:
Holy retreat! sithence no female hither,
Conscious of social love and Nature's rites
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