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Are left at laft in martyrdom to die;
Such is the end of oft repeated miracles.
Forgive me, heaven, that impious thought,
'Twas grief for Charles, to madnefs wrought,
That question'd thy fupreme decree!
Thou didst his gracious reign prolong,
Even in thy faints and angels wrong,
His fellow-citizens of immortality:
For twelve long years of exile, borne,
Twice twelve we number'd fince his bleft return:
So ftrictly wer't thou just to pay,
Even to the driblet of a day.
Yet ftill we murmur, and complain,
The quails and manna fhould no longer rain;
Thofe miracles 'twas needlefs to renew;
The chofen ftock has now the promis'd land in view.
A warlike prince afcends the regal ftate,
A prince long exercis'd by fate :
Long may he keep, tho' he obtains it late.
Heroes, in heaven's peculiar mold are caft,
They and their poets are not form'd in hafte ;
Man was the firft in God's defign, and man was made the laft,
Falfe heroes, made by flattery fo,
Heaven can strike out, like fparkles, at a blow;
But ere a prince is to perfection brought,
He cofts Omnipotence a second thought.
With toil and sweat,
With hard'ning cold, and forming heat,
The cyclops did their, ftrokes repeat,
Before the impenetrable shield was wrought.
It looks as if the Maker would not own
The noble work for his,
Before 'twas try'd and found a mafter-piece.
View then a monarch ripen'd for a throne. Alcides thus his race began,
O'er infancy he swiftly ran;
The future God at firft was more than man:
Dangers and toils, and Juno's hate
Even o'er his cradle lay in wait;
And there he grappled first with fate :
In his young hands the hiffing fnakes he preft,
So early was the Deity confeft;
Thus by degrees he rofe to Jove's imperial feat;
Thus difficulties prove a foul legitimately great.
Like his, our hero's infancy was try'd;
Betimes the furies did their fnakes provide;
And to his infant arms oppofe
His father's rebels, and his brother's foes;
The more oppreft the higher ftill he rose:
Those were the preludes of his fate,
That form'd his manhood, to fubdue
The hydra of the many-headed hiffing crew.
As after Numa's peaceful reign,
The martial Ancus did the fcepter wield,
Furbish'd the rufty fword again,
Refum'd the long-forgotten fhield,
And led the Latins to the dufty field;
So James the drowfy genius wakes
Of Britain long entranc'd in charms,
Reftiff and flumbring on its arms:
'Tis rous'd, and with a new-ftrung nerve, the spear als ready fhakes,
No neighing of the warrior fteeds,
No drum, or louder trumpet, needs
To inspire the coward, warm the cold,
His voice, his fole appearance makes them bold.
Gaul and Batavia dread th' impending blow;
Too well the vigour of that arm they know;
They lick the duft and crouch beneath their fatal foe,
Long may they fear this awful prince,
And not provoke his ling'ring fword;
Peace is their only fure defence,
Their beft fecurity his word:
In all the changes of his doubtful state,
His truth, like heaven's, was kept inviolate,
For him to promise is to make it fate.
His valour can triumph o'er land and main;
With broken oaths his fame he will not ftain;
With conqueft bafely bought, and with inglorious gain.
For once, O heaven, unfold thy adamantine book; And let his wond'ring fenate fee,
If not thy firm immutable decree,
At least the second page of ftrong contingency
Such as confifts with wills, originally free:
Let them with glad amazement look
On what their happiness may be :
Let them not ftill be obftinately blind,
Still to divert the good thou haft defign'd,
Or with malignant penury,
To ftarve the royal virtues of his mind.
Faith is a chriftian's and a subject's teft,
Oh give them to believe, and they are furely bleft.
They do; and with a distant view I fee
Th' amended vows of English loyalty.
And all beyond that object, there appears
The long retinue of a profperous reign,
A feries of fuccessful years,
In orderly array, a martial, manly train.
Behold ev'n the remoter fhores,
A conquering navy proudly spread;
The British cannon formidably roars,
While starting from his oozy bed,
Th' afferted ocean rears his reverend head;
To view and recognize his ancient lord again:
And with a willing hand, restores
The fafces of the main.
REATOR fpitit, by whofe aid
The world's foundations firft were laid,
Come vifit every pious mind;
Come pour thy joys on human kind;
From fin and forrow fet us free,
And make thy temples worthy thee.
O fource of uncreated light,
The father's promised Paraclete!
Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire,
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire;
Come, and thy facred unction bring
To fanctify us, while we fing.
Plenteous of grace, defcend from high,
Rich in thy fev❜nfold energy!
Thou ftrength of his Almighty hand,
Whose pow'r does heav'n and earth command.
Proceeding fpirit, our defence,
Who do'ft the gifts of tongues difpenfe,
And crown'ft thy gift with eloquence!
Refine and purge our earthly parts;
But, oh, inflame and fire our hearts!
Our frailties help, our vice controul,
Submit the fenfes to the foul;
And when rebellious they are grown.
Then lay thy hand, and hold 'em down.
Chace from our minds th' infernal foe,
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow;
And left our feet should step aftray,
Protect and guide us in the way.