Thy lovely form, and fresh-reviving state,
In cryftal flood of Thames furvey;
Then, blefs thy better fate,

Blefs Anna's moft aufpicious fway.

While diftant realms and neghbouring lands,
Arm'd troops and hoftile bands

On every fide moleft,

Thy happier clime is free,

Fair Capital of Liberty !

And plenty knows, and days of halcyon reft.

1.

As Britain's ifle, when old vex'd Ocean roars,
Unfhaken fees against her filver fhoars
His foaming billows beat;

So Britain's Queen, amidst the jars
And tumults of a world in wars,

Fix'd on the bafe of her well-founded state,

Serene and fafe looks down, nor feels the fhocks of fate.

II.

But greateft fouls, though bleft with fweet repose,
Are fooneft touch'd with fenfe of others woes.

Το

Thus Anna's mighty mind,

mercy and foft pity prone,

And mov'd with forrows not her own,

Has all her peace and downy reft refign'd,

To wake for common good, and fuccour human-kind.

Fly,

III.

y, tyranny; no more be known Within Europa's blissful bound;

Far as th' unhabitable zone

Fly every hofpitable ground.

To

To horid Zembla's frozen realms repair,
There with the baleful beldam, Night,

Unpeopled empire share,

And rob thofe lands of legal right.
For now is come the promis'd hour,
When Justice fhall have power;
Juftice to earth restor❜d!

Again Aftrea reigns!

Anna her equal scale maintains,

And Marlborough wields her fure deciding fword.

I.

Now, couldst thou foar, my Mufe, to fing the man
In heights fublime, as when the Mantuan fwan
Her towering pinions spread;

Thou fhould't of Marlborough fing, whose hand
Unerring, from his Queen's command,

Far as the feven-mouth'd Ifter's fecret head,
To fave th' Imperial state, her hardy Britons led.

11.

Nor there thy song should end; though all the Nine
Might well their harps and heavenly voices join

To fing that glorious day,

When bold Bavaria fled the field,

And veteran Gauls unus'd to yield

On Blenheim's Plain imploring mercy lay; And spoils and trophies won, perplex'd the victor's way.

III.

But could thy voice of Blenheim fing,
And with fuccefs that fong pursue ;
What art could aid thy wearied wing

To keep the victor still in view?

M

For

For as the fun ne'er ftops his radiant flight,
Nor fets but with impartial ray
To all who want his light
Alternately transfers the day:

So in the glorious round of fame,
Great Marlborough, ftill the fame,
Inceffant runs his courfe:

To climes remote, and near,

His conquering arms by turns appear, And univerfal is his aid and force.

I.

Attempt not to proceed, unwary Mufe,

For O! what notes, what numbers could'ft thou chufe
Though in all numbers skill'd :

To fing the hero's matchlefs deed,
Which Belgia fav'd, and Brabant freed;
To fing Ramillia's day! to which must yield
Cannæ's illuftrious fight, and fam'd Pharfalia's field.

11.

In the fhort courfe of a diurnal fun,
Behold the work of many ages done!

What verfe fuch worth can raise?

Luftre and life, the Poet's art

To middle virtue may impart ;

But deeds fublime, exalted high like thefe, Tranfcend his utmost fight; and mock his diftant praife.

III.

Still would the willing Mufe afpire,

With tranfport ftill her ftrains prolong;

But fear unftrings the trembling lyre,

And admiration stops her fong.

Go

Go on, great chief, in Anna's caufe proceed;
Nor fheath the terrors of thy fword,

Till Europe thou haft freed,

And univerfal peace restor❜d.

This mighty work when thou shalt end,

Equal rewards attend,

Of value far above

Thy trophies and thy fpoils;

Rewards ev'n worthy of thy toils,

Thy Queen's juft favour, and thy Country's love.

"Aut ob avaritiam, aut miferâ ambitione laborat. "Hunc capit argenti fplendor

"Hic mutat merces furgente à fole, ad eum quo

"Vefpertina tepet regio: quin per mala præceps

"Fertur

"Omnes hi metuunt verfus, odere poetas."

HOR. L. I. Sat. iv.

I.

TO hazardous attempts and hardy toils,

Ambition fome excites;

And fome, defire of martial spoils
To bloody fields invites ;

Others, infatiate thirst of gain

Provokes to tempt the dangerous main,
To pass the burning line, and bear

Th' inclemency of winds, and seas, and air;
Preffing the doubtful voyage till India's fhore
Her fpicy bofom bares, and fpreads her shining ore,

II. Nor