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 the long roll which Gallia should conceal : tell? XXIV. Envy'd Britannia, fturdy as the oak, 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 Nor France on universal fway intent, Oft' breaking leagues, and oft' renewing wars; 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 To thee, our deareft dread; to thee, our fofter King. VOL. XXXIII. G XXVIII. Let Europe fav'd the column high erect, Sublime the Queen fhall on the fummit stand, 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, 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, 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, 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 |