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XXVII. While thus the ruin'd foe's despair commends Thy council and thy deed, victorious Queen, What shall thy subjects say, and what thy friends! How shall thy triumphs in our joy be seen? Oh! deign to let the eldest of the Nine Recite Britannia great, and Gallia free: Oh! with her sister Sculpture let her join To raise, great Anne, the monument to thee; To thee, of all our good the sacred spring ; To thee, our dearest dread; to thee, our softer King. Vol. XXXIII.
XXVIII. Lege XXVIII. . Let Europe sav'd the column high erect, Than Trajan's higher, or than Antonine's ; Where sembling art may carve the fair effect And full atchievement of thy great designs. In a calm heaven, and a serener air, Sublime the Queen shall on the summit stand, From danger far, as far remov'd from fear, And pointing down to earth her dread command. All winds, all storms, that threaten human woe, Shall sink beneath her feet, and spread their rage below.
XXIX. Their fleets shall strive, by winds and waters tost, Till the young Auftrian on Iberia’s strand, Great as Æneas on the Latian coast, Shall fix his foot : and this, be this the land, Great Jove, where 1 for ever will remain, (The empire's other hope shall fay) and here Vanquish’d, intomb'd I'll lie ; or, crown’d, I'll reignO virtue to thy British mother dear! Like the fam’d Trojan suffer and abide ; For Anne is thine, I ween, as Venus was his guide,
XXX. There, in eternal characters engravid, Vigo, and Gibraltar, and Barcelone, Their force destroy'd, their privileges sav'd, Shall Anna's terrors and her mercies own : Spain, from th’usurper Bourbon's arms retriev'd, Shall with new life and grateful joy appear, Numbering the wonders which that youth atchiev'd, Whom Anna clad in arms, and sent to war;
Whom Anna sent to claim Iberia's throne ;
XXXII. Brabantia, clad with fields, and crown'd with towers, With decent joy shall her deliverer meet; Shall own thy arms, great Queen, and bless thy powers, Laying the keys beneath thy subject's feet. Flandria, by plenty made the home of war, Shall weep her crime, and bow to Charles restor’d; With double vows shall bless thy happy care, In having drawn, and having sheath'd the sword; From these their fifter provinces shall know, How Anne supports a friend, and how forgives a foe,
XXXIII. Bright swords, and crested helms, and pointed spears, In artful piles around the work shall lie ; And shields indented deep in ancient wars, Blazon'd with signs of Gallic heraldry;
And standards with distinguish'd honours bright,
XXXV. Beneath, great Queen, oh! very far beneath, Near to the ground, and on the humble base, To save herself from darkness and from death, That Muse desires the last, the lowest place ; Who, though unmeet, yet touch'd the trembling string, For the fair fame of Anne and Albion's land, Who durst of war and martial fury sing ; And when thy will, and when thy subject's hand, Had quell'd those wars, and bid that fury cease, Hangs up her grateful harp to conquest, and to peace.