The mountain clofing o'er the Fury lies,

And ftops her paffage, where the means to rife;
And when the ftrives, or fhifts her fide for ease,
All Britain rocks amidst her circling feas.
Now Peace, returning after tedious woes,
Reftores the comforts of a calm repose;

Then bid the warriors fheath their fanguin'd arm,
Bid angry trumpets ceafe to found alarms:
Guns leave to thunder in the tortur'd air,
Red streaming colours furl around the spear;
And each contending realm no longer jar,
But, pleas'd with reft, unharness all the war.

She comes, the Bleffing comes; where'er the moves
New-fpringing Beauty all the land improves :
More heaps of fragrant flowers the field adorn,
More fweet the birds falute the rofy morn;
More lively green refreshes all the leaves,
And in the breeze the corn more thickly waves.
She comes,
the Bleffing comes in easy state,
And forms of brightness all around her wait:
Here fmiling Safety, with her bofom bare,
Securely walks, and chearful Plenty there;
Here wondrous Sciences with eagles' fight;
There Liberal Arts, which make the world polite;
And
open Traffick, joining hand in hand,
With honeft Industry, approach the land.
O, welcome, long-defir'd, and lately found!
Here fix thy feat upon the British ground;
Thy fhining train around the nation send,
While by degrees the loading taxes end :

While Caution calm, yet ftill prepar'd for arms,
And foreign Treaties, guard from foreign harms :
While equal Justice, hearing every cause,

Makes every fubject join to love the laws.
Where Britain's Patriots in Council meet,
Let public fafety reft at Anna's feet:

Let Oxford's fchemes the path to Plenty fhow,
And through the realm increasing Plenty go.
Let Arts and Sciences in glory rife,

And pleas'd the world has leifure to be wife;
Around their Oxford and their St. John ftand,
Like plants that flourish by the Master's hand:
And fafe in hope the fons of Learning wait,
Where Learning's self has fix'd her fair retreat.
Let Traffick, cherish'd by the Senate's care,
On all the feas employ the wafting air:
And Industry, with circulating wing,
Through all the land the goods of Traffick bring.
The bleffings fo difpos'd will long abide,
Since Anna reigns, and Harley's thoughts prefide,
Great Ormond's arms the fword of caution wield,
And hold Britannia's broad-protecting shield;
Bright Bolingbroke and worthy Dartmouth treat,
By fair difpatch, with every foreign State;
And Harcourt's knowledge, equitably shown,
Makes Juftice call his firm decrees her own.

Thus all that Poets fancied Heaven of old,
May for the Nation's prefent emblem hold:
There Jove imperial fway'd; Minerva wise,
And Phoebus eloquent, adorn'd the skies;

On

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 safety fix'd, a State in rest,
A faithful Miniftry, a People blefs'd;

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

By fnow-white horses drawn; while founding Fame
Proclaims thy coming, Praise exalts thy name;
Fair Honour, drefs'd in robes, adorns thy state,
And on thy train the crowded nations wait;
Who, preffing, view with what a temper'd grace
The looks of Majesty compose thy face;
And mingling sweetness fhines, or how thy dress,
And how thy pomp, an inward joy confefs;
Then, fill'd with pleasures to thy glory due,
With fhouts, the chariot moving on, pursue.
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;

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

you

Which gain'd, the world is pleas'd, and war is done. Fam'd Blenheim's field, Ramillies' noble feat, Blaregni's defperate a&t of gallant heat,

Or wondrous Winendale, are war pursued,

By wounds and deaths, through plains with blood embrued;

But good design, to make the world be still,

With human grace adorns the needful ill.
This end obtain'd, we close the fcenes of rage,
And gentler glories deck the rifing 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 deferves to rife);
And, deep engrav'd for time, till time shall cease,
Upon the ftones their fair infcription place.
Iberia rent, the power of Gallia broke,
Batavia rescued from the threaten'd yoke;

The

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

TO DR.

SWIFT,

On his BIRTH-DAY, November 30, 1713,

URG'D

RG'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!