No neighing of the warrior steeds,
No drum, or louder trumpet, needs

To infpire the coward, warm the cold,
His voice, his fole appearance makes them bold.
Gaul and Batavia dread th' impending blow;

;

Too well the vigor 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 lingring 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 promife is to make it fate.

His valor can triumph o'er land and main ;
With broken oaths his fame he will not stain

;

With conqueft bafely bought, and with inglorious gain.

XVIII.

For once, Oheaven, unfold thy adamantine book; And let his wondring 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 still 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 christian's and a fubject's test,

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 fpread;
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, reftores

The fafces of the main.

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VENI

VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS,

Paraphrafed.

CREATOR

REATOR spirit, by whose aid

The world's foundations firft were laid,

Come vifit ev'ry 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 infpire ;
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 3

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. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe: Give us thyself, that we may fee The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honour, endless fame, Attend th' Almighty Father's name : The Saviour Son be glorify'd, Who for loft man's redemption dy'd: And equal adoration be,

Eternal Paraclete, to thee.

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