Such as with friendly care have guarded
Patriots and kings in rightful wars;
Such as with conquest have rewarded
Triumphant victors' happy cares;
Such as ftory has recorded
Sacred to Naffau's long renown,
For countries fav'd, and battles won.
V.
March them again in fair array,
And bid them form the happy day,
The happy day design'd to wait
On William's fame, and Europe's fate.
Let the happy day be crown'd
With great event, and fair success;
No brighter in the year be found,
But that which brings the victor home in peace.
VI.
Again thy godhead we implore,
Great in wifdom as in power;
Again, for good Maria's fake, and ours,
Choose out other fmiling hours;
Such as with joyous wings have fled,
When happy counsels were advifing;
Such as have lucky omens fhed
O'er forming laws, and empires rifing; Such as many courfes ran,
Hand in hand a goodly train,
To blefs the great Eliza's reign;
And in the typic glory fhow What fuller blifs Maria fhall beftow.
As the folemn hours advance,
Mingled fend into the dance
Many fraught with all the treafures,
Which thy eastern travel views ;
Many wing'd with all the pleasures,
Man can afk, or Heaven diffuse :
That great Maria all thofe joys may know,
Which, from her cares, upon her subjects flow.
For thy own glory fing our fovereign's praise,
God of verfes and of days:
Let all thy tuneful fons adorn
Their lasting work with William's name ;
Let chofen Mufes yet unborn
Take great Maria for their future theme:
Eternal ftructures let them raise
On William's and Maria's praise :
Nor want new fubject for the fong,
Nor fear they can exhaust the store,
Till nature's mufick lies unftrung;
Till thou, great god, fhalt lose thy double power,
And touch thy lyre, and fhoot thy beams no more.
IN IMITATION OF A GREEK IDYLLIUM.
CELIA and I the other day
Walk'd o'er the fand-hills to the fea:
The fetting fun adorn'd the coaft,
His beams intire, his fierceness lost :
And, on the surface of the deep,
The winds lay only not asleep:
The nymph did like the scene appear,
Serenely pleasant, calmly fair:
Soft fell her words, as flew the air.
With fecret joy I heard her fay,
That she would never miss one day
A walk so fine, a fight fo gay.
But, oh the change! the winds grow high;
Impending tempefts charge the sky;
The lightning flies, the thunder roars;
And big waves lash the frighten'd shores.
Struck with the horror of the fight,
She turns her head, and wings her flight:
And, trembling, vows fhe'll ne'er again
Approach the shore, or view the main.
Once more at least look back, said I,
Thyfelf in that large glass defcry:
When thou art in good-humour dreft;
When gentle reafon rules thy breast;
upon the calmeft fea
Appears not half fo bright as thee:
"Tis then that with delight I rove
Upon the boundless depth of love :
I blefs my chain; I hand my oar;
Nor think on all I left on fhore.
But when vain doubt and groundless fear
Do that dear foolish bofom tear;
When the big lip and watery eye
Tell me, the rifing storm is nigh;
'Tis then, thou art yon' angry main,
Deform'd by winds, and dafh'd by rain;
And the poor failor, that must try
Its fury, labours less than I.
Shipwreck'd, in vain to land I make,
While Love and Fate ftill drive me back:
Forc'd to doat on thee thy own way,
I chide thee first, and then obey.
Wretched when from thee, vex'd when nigh,
I with thee, or without thee, die.
HILE from the fkies the ruddy fun defcends, And rifing night the evening shade extends; While pearly dews o'erfpread the fruitful field, And clofing flowers reviving odours yield: Let us, beneath these spreading trees, recite What from our hearts our Mufes may indite. Nor need we, in this close retirement, fear, any fwain our amorous fecrets hear.
To every fhepherd I would mine proclaim; Since fair Aminta is my fofteft theme:
A ftranger to the loofe delights of love,
My thoughts the nobler warmth of friendship prove:
And, while its pure and facred fire I fing,
Chafte goddess of the groves, thy fuccour bring.
Propitious god of love, my breast inspire
With all thy charms, with all thy pleasing fire;
Propitious god of love, thy fuccour bring,
Whilst I thy darling, thy Alexis fing;
Alexis, as the opening bloffoms fair,
Lovely as light, and foft as yielding air.
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