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On arts Cyllenius fix'd his full delight,

Mars rein'd the war, and Themis judg'd the right:
All mortals, once beneficently great,

(As Fame reports) and rais'd in heavenly state;
Yet, fharing labours, ftill they fhunn'd repofe,
To shed the bleffings down by which they rofe.
Illuftrious Queen, how Heaven hath heard thy prayers!
What ftores of happiness attend thy cares!
A Church in fafety fix'd, a State in rest,
A faithful Ministry, a People blefs'd;

And Kings, fubmiffive at thy foot-ftool thrown,
That others Rights reftore, or beg their own.
Now rais'd with thankful mind; and rolling flow,
In grand proceffion to the temple go,

By fnow-white horfes drawn ; while founding Fame
Proclaims thy coming, Praise exalts thy name;
Fair Honour, drefs'd in robes, adorns thy ftate,
And on thy train the crowded nations wait;
Who, preffing, view with what a temper'd grace
The looks of Majefty compofe thy face;
And mingling fweetnefs fhines, or how thy drefs,
And how thy pomp, an inward joy confefs;
Then, fill'd with pleafures to thy glory due,
With fhouts, the chariot moving on, purfue.
As when the Phoenix from Arabia flown
(If any Phoenix were by Anna known)
His fpice at Phoebus' fhrine prepar'd to lay,
Where'er their Monarch cut his airy way;
The gathering birds around the wonder flew,
And much admir'd his shape, and much his hue;

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The tuft of gold that glow'd above his head,
His fpacious train with golden feathers spread;
His gilded bofom, fpeck'd with purple pride,
And both his wings in gloffy purple dy'd:
He ftill pursues his way; with wondering eyes
The birds attend, and follow where he flies.
Thrice happy Britons, if at laft know
you
'Tis lefs to conquer, than to want a foe;
"That triumphs still are made for war's decrease,
When men, by conqueft, rise to views of peace;
That over toils for peace in view we run,

Which gain'd, the world is pleas'd, and war is done.
Fam'd Blenheim's field, Ramillies' noble feat,
Blaregni's defperate act of gallant heat,

Or wondrous Winendale, are war purfued,

By wounds and deaths, through plains with blood embrued;

But good defign, to make the world be ftill,

With human grace adorns the needful ill.

This end obtain'd, we close the scenes of rage,
And gentler glories deck the rising age.
Such gentler glories, fuch reviving days,
The Nation's wishes, and the Statesman's praise:
Now pleas'd to fhine, in golden order throng,
Demand our annals, and enrich our fong.

Then go where Albion's cliffs approach the skies,
(The Fame of Albion fo deserves to rife);
And, deep engrav'd for time, till time fhall cease,
Upon the ftones their fair inscription place.
Iberia rent, the power of Gallia broke,
Batavia refcued from the threaten'd yoke;

The

The royal Auftrian rais'd, his realms reftor'd,
Great Britain arm'd, triumphant and ador'd;
Its ftate enlarg'd, its peace restor'd again,
Are bleffings all adorning Anna's Reign.

TO DR.

SWIFT,

On his BIRTH-DAY, November 30, 1713,

URG'D by the warmth of Friendship's facred flame,

But more by all the glories of thy fame;

By all thofe offsprings of thy learned mind,
In judgment folid, as in wit refin'd,

Refolv'd I fing.. Though labouring up the way
To reach my theme, O Swift, accept my lay.
Rapt by the force of thought, and rais'd above,
Through Contemplation's airy fields I rove;
Where powerful Fancy purifies my eye,

And lights the beauties of a brighter sky;

Fresh paints the meadows, bids green fhades afcend,
Clear rivers wind, and opening plains extend;
Then fills its landscape through the varied parts
With Virtues, Graces, Sciences, and Arts:

Superior Forms, of more than mortal air,
More large than mortals, more ferenely fair.
Of these two Chiefs, the guardians of thy name,
Confpire to raise thee to the point of fame.
Ye Future Times, I heard the filver found!

I faw the Graces form a circle round!

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Each, where the fix'd, attentive feem'd to root,
And all, but Eloquence herself, was mute.

High o'er the reft I fee the Goddess rife,
Loofe to the breeze her upper garment flies:
By turns, within her eyes the Paffions burn,
And fofter Paffions languish in their turn:
Upon her tongue Perfuafion or Command,
And decent Action dwells upon her hand.

From out her breast ('twas there the treasure lay)
She drew thy labours to the blaze of day;

Then gaz'd, and read the charms fhe could inspire,
And taught the listening audience to admire,

How ftrong thy flight, how large thy grafp of thought,
How just thy fchemes, how regularly wrought;

How fure you wound when Ironies deride,
Which must be seen, and feign to turn aside.
'Twas thus exploring the rejoic'd to fee
Her brightest features drawn fo near by thee:
"Then here," fhe cries, "let future ages dwell,
"And learn to copy, where they can't excel."

She fpake. Applaufe attended on the close :
Then Poëfy, her sister-art, arose;

Her fairer fifter, born in deeper eafe,

Not made fo much for bufinefs, more to please.
Upon her cheek fits Beauty, ever young;
The foul of Mufic warbles on her tongue;
Bright in her eyes a pleafing Ardour glows,
And from her heart the fweeteft Temper flows:
A laurel-wreath adorns her curls of hair,
And binds their order to the dancing air :

She

She shakes the colours of her radiant wing,

And, from the Spheres, fhe takes a pitch to fing. Thrice happy Genius his, whose Works have hit The lucky point of Bufinefs and of Wit.

They feem like showers, which April months prepare
To call their flowery glories up to air:

The drops, defcending, take the painted bow,
And dress with sunshine, while for good they flow.
To me retiring oft, he finds relief

In flowly-wafting care and biting grief:
From me retreating oft, he gives to view
What eases care and grief in others too.
Ye fondly grave, be wife enough to know,

Life, ne'er unbent, were but a life of woe."
Some, full in ftretch for greatness, fome for gain,
On his own rack each puts himself to pain.
I'll gently steal you from your toils away,
Where balmy winds with fcents ambrofial play;
Where, on the banks as crystal rivers flow,
They teach immortal amaranths to grow:
Then, from the mild indulgence of the fcene,
Reftore your tempers strong for toils again.

She ceas'd. Soft mufic trembled in the wind,
And sweet delight diffus'd through every mind:
The little Smiles, which still the Goddess grace,
Sportive arofe, and ran from face to face.
But chief (and in that place the Virtues bless)
A gentle band their eager joys exprefs:
Here, Friendship asks, and Love of Merit lungs
To hear the Goddeffes renew their fongs;

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