XXIII.

Their Tudors hence, and Stuarts offspring flow: Hence Edward, dreadful with his fable shield, Talbot to Gallia's power eternal foc,

And Seymour, fam'd in council or in field:
Hence Nevil, great to settle or dethrone,
And Drake, and Ca'ndish, terrors of the sea :
Hence Butler's fons, o'er land and ocean known,
Herbert's and Churchill's warring progeny :

Hence the long roll which Gallia should conceal :
For, oh! who, vanquish'd, loves the victor's fame to

tell?

XXIV.

Envy'd Britannia, fturdy as the oak,
Which on her mountain top fhe proudly bears,
Eludes the ax, and fprouts against the stroke;
Strong from her wounds, and greater by her wars.
And as those teeth, which Cadmus fow'd in earth,
Produc'd new youth, and furnish'd fresh supplies :
So with young vigour, and fucceeding birth,
Her loffes more than recompens'd arise ;

And every age

fhe with a race is crown'd,

For letters more polite, in battles more renown'd.

Obftinate

power,

XXV.

whom nothing can repel;

Not the fierce Saxon, nor the cruel Dane,
Nor deep impreffion of the Norman steel,
Nor Europe's force amafs'd by envious Spain.

Nor

Nor France on universal fway intent,

Oft' breaking leagues, and oft' renewing wars;
Nor (frequent bane of weaken'd government)
Their own inteftine feuds and mutual jars :
Thofe feuds and jars, in which I trusted more,
Than in my troops, and fleets, and all the Gallic power.

XXVI.

To fruitful Rheims, or fair Lutetia's gate, What tidings fhall the meffenger convey? Shall the loud herald our fuccefs relate, Or mitred priest appoint the folemn day? Alas! my praises they no more muft fing; They to my ftatue now muft bow no more: Broken, repuls'd is their immortal king: Fall'n, fall'n for ever, is the Gallic power.The Woman Chief is mafter of the war : Earth she has freed by arms, and vanquish'd Heaven

by prayer.

XXVII.

While thus the ruin'd foe's defpair commends
Thy council and thy deed, victorious Queen,
What shall thy fubjects fay, and what thy friends?
How fhall thy triumphs in our joy be feen?
Oh! deign to let the eldest of the Nine
Recite Britannia great, and Gallia free :
Oh! with her fifter Sculpture let her join
To raife, great Anne, the monument to thee;
To thee, of all our good the facred fpring;

To thee, our deareft dread; to thee, our fofter King.
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Let Europe fav'd the column high erect,
Than Trajan's higher, or than Antonine's ;
Where fembling art may carve the fair effect
And full atchievement of thy great defigns.
In a calm heaven, and a ferener air,

Sublime the Queen fhall on the fummit stand,
From danger far, as far remov'd from fear,
And pointing down to earth her dread command.
All winds, all ftorms, that threaten human woe,
Shall fink beneath her feet, and spread their rage below.
XXIX.

Their fleets fhall ftrive, by winds and waters toft, 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 fhall fay) and here
Vanquish'd, intomb'd I'll lie; or, crown'd, I'll reign—
O 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 engrav'd, Vigo, and Gibraltar, and Barcelone,

Their force deftroy'd, their privileges fav'd,

Shall Anna's terrors and her mercies own:

Spain, from th' ufurper 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 fent to war;

Whom

Whom Anna fent to claim Iberia's throne;

And made him more than king, in calling him her fon. XXXI.

There Ifter, pleas'd by Blenheim's glorious field, Rolling fhall bid his eastern waves declare Germania fav'd by Britain's ample fhield, And bleeding Gaul afflicted by her spear; Shall bid them mention Marlborough on that shore, Leading his islanders, renown'd in arms, Through climes, where never British chief before Or pitch'd his camp, or founded his alarms;

Shall bid them blefs the Queen, who made his ftreams Glorious as thofe of Boyne, and fafe as thofe of Thames. XXXII.

Brabantia, clad with fields, and crown'd with towers, With decent joy fhall her deliverer meet;

Shall own thy arms, great Queen, and bless thy powers,
Laying the keys beneath thy fubject's feet.
Flandria, by plenty made the home of war,
Shall weep her crime, and bow to Charles reftor'd;
With double vows fhall bless thy happy care,
In having drawn, and having fheath'd the fword;
From these their fifter provinces fhall know,
How Anne supports a friend, and how forgives a foe,

XXXIII.

Bright fwords, and crefted helms, and pointed fpears, In artful piles around the work fhall lie; And fhields indented deep in ancient wars, Blazon'd with figns of Gallic heraldry ; G 2

And

And ftandards with diftinguifh'd honours bright,
Marks of high power and national command,
Which Valois' fons, and Bourbon's bore in fight,
Or gave to Foix', or Montmorancy's hand:
Great fpoils, which Gallia must to Britain yield,
From Creffy's battle fav'd to grace Ramilia's field.

XXXIV.

And, as fine art the spaces may difpofe, The knowing thought and curious eye shall fee Thy emblem, gracious Queen, the British rose, Type of fweet rule and gentle majesty: The northern thiftle, whom no hostile hand Unhurt too rudely may provoke, I ween; Hibernia's harp, device of her command, And parent of her mirth, shall there be seen : Thy vanquifh'd lilies, France, decay'd and torn, Shall with disorder'd pomp the lasting work adorn. XXXV.

Beneath, great Queen, oh! very far beneath, Near to the ground, and on the humble base, To fave herself from darkness and from death, That Mufe defires the laft, the lowest place; Who, though unmeet, yet touch'd the trembling ftring, For the fair fame of Anne and Albion's land, Who durft of war and martial fury fing;

And when thy will, and when thy fubject's hand, Had quell'd those wars, and bid that fury cease, Hangs up her grateful harp to conqueft, and to peace.

HER