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Affuage her pains, and Albion's fears,
For Albion's life depends on her's.
Oh then! to fave her from defpair,

Lean down, and listen to her
prayer,
Crown all her tortures with delight,
And call th' aufpicious babe to light.
We hope from your propitious care,
All that is brave, or all that's fair.
A youth, to match his fire in arms;
Or nymph, to match her mother's charms;
A youth, who over kings fhall reign,
Or nymph, whom kings fhall court in vain,
From far the royal flaves fhall come,
And wait from him or her their doom;
To each their different fuits shall move,
And pay their homage, or their love.

Ye angels, come without delay;
Britannia's genius, come away.

When the foft powers of fleep fubdue
Those eyes, that shine as bright as you;
With fcenes of blifs, tranfporting themes!
Prompt and infpire her golden dreams :
Let vifionary bleffings rife,

And swim before her closing eyes.
The fense of torture to fubdue,
Set Britain's happiness to view;
That fight her fpirits will sustain,
And give her pleasure from her pain.

Ye angels, come without delay;
Britannia's genius, come away.

Come

Come, and rejoice; th' important hour
Is past, and all our fears are o'er;
See! every trace of anguish flies,
While in her lap the infant lies,
Her pain by fudden joy beguil'd,
She hangs in rapture o'er the child,
Her eyes o'er every feature run,
The father's beauties and her own.
There, pleas'd her image to furvey,
She melts in tenderness away ;

Smiles o'er the babe, nor fmiles in vain,
The babe returns th' aufpicious fmile again,
Ye angels, come without delay;
Britannia's genius, come away.

Turn heaven's eternal volume o'er,
And look for this distinguish'd hour;
Confult the page of Britain's state,
Before you clofe the books of fate :
Then tell us what you there have seen,
What æra's from this birth begin.

What years from this bleft hour must run,
As bright and lafting as the fun.
Far from the ken of mortal fight,
These fecrets are involv'd in night:
The bleffings which this birth pursue,
Are only known to heaven and you.

On

On the MARRIAGE of the PRINCE of ORANGE, and the PRINCESS ROYAL of ENGLAND *.

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HEN Naffau ey'd his native coafts no more,
And first difcern'd fair Albion's whitening shore;
In that bleft moment, while the friendly gales
Wait on his course, and stretch the fwelling fails,
The deeps divide; and, as the waves unclofe,
The Genius of the British ocean rose.
Loose to the wind his fea-green mantle flow'd,
And in his eyes unusual pleasure glow'd.
Awhile he paus'd, to mark on Naffau's face
The well-known features of the godlike race;
Whofe fwords were facred to the generous cause
Of Truth, Religion, Liberty, and Laws:
Then spoke; the winds a still attention keep,
And awful filence hufh'd the murmuring deep:
"Proceed, great Prince, to our lov'd coaft repair,
Where Anna fhines the fairest of the Fair :
For thy diftinguifh'd bed the Fates ordain

The royal Maid, whom Kings might court in vain ;
The royal Maid, in whom the Graces join'd

Her mother's awful charms, and more than female mind.
The merits of thy race, the vast arrear

That Britain owes, shall all be paid in her

;

* Originally printed in the "Epithalamia Oxonienfia. Oxonii, 1734," in the name of Mr. Spence; but now reclaimed as Mr. Pitt's on the authority of Bishop Lowth. N.

VOL. XLII.

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In her be paid the debt for laws reftor'd,
For England fav'd by William's righteous fword.
Immortal William !-At thy facred name

My heart beats quick, and owns its ancient flame.
Still muft I call to mind the glorious day,
When through these floods the Hero plough'd his way,
To free Britannia from the Tyrant's chain,
And bid the proftrate Nations rife again.
Well-pleas'd I faw his fluttering ftreamers fly,
And the full fails that hid the distant sky.
High on the gilded ftern, majestic rode

The world's great Patriot, like a guardian God.
This trident aw'd the tumults of the fea,
And bade the winds the Hero's nod obey:
Fond of the task, with this officious hand
I pufh'd the facred veffel to the land;
The land of Liberty, by Rome enflav'd;
He came, he faw, he vanquifh'd, and he fav'd.
O may that Hero, and thy Anna's fire
To nobleft deeds thy generous bosom fire,
And with their bright tranfmiffive virtues grace
The great defcendants of thy princely race!
Still may they all their great example draw
From her Auguftus, and thy own Naffau!
May the fair line each happy realm adorn,
Blefs future ftates, and nations yet unborn!"

On

On the MARRIAGE of FREDERIC PRINCE of WALES,

and PRINCESS AUGUSTA of SAXE-GOTHA *.

W

7HEN pious frauds and holy pride no more
Could hold that empire which fo long they bore;
From fair Germania's ftates the truth began
To gleam, and shed her heavenly light on man;
To Frederic+firft, the Saxon Prince, 'twas given,
To nurse and cherish this beft gift of Heaven.
Its growth, whilst young and tender, was his care,
To guard its bloffoms from th' inclement air,
And dying, "May'ft thou flourish!" was his prayer.
Again, when fair Religion now had spread

Her influence round, and rais'd her captiv'd head;
When Charles and Rome their impious forces join'd
To quench its light, and re-enflave mankind;
Another Frederic ‡ first appear'd in arms,

To guard th' endanger'd bleffing from alarms.

* Originally printed in the "Gratulatio Academiæ Oxonienfis "in Nuptias aufpicatiffimas illuftriffimorum Principum Frederici Principis Wailiæ et Auguftæ Principiffe de Saxo-Gotha. Oxonii, "1736;" and now reftored to Mr. Pitt, on the fame unqueftionable authority as the preceding poem. N.

Frederic, Elector of Saxony, the chief Protector of Luther and the Proteftant religion, died in the year 1520.

John Frederic, nephew to the former, taken prisoner by Charles V. and defpoiled of his electorate by him in 1547 •

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