SERUS IN COELUM REDEAS; DIUQUE
LÆTUS INTERSIS POPULO QUIRINI:
NEVE TE NOSTRIS VITIIS INIQUUM
YE careful angels, whom eternal Fate
Ordains, on earth and human acts to wait;
Who turn with fecret power this restless ball,
And bid predeftin'd empires rife and fall:
Your facred aid religious monarchs own;
When first they merit, then afcend the throne:
This confpiracy is generally called the Affaffination Plot. Sir John Fenwick was executed for being concerned in it.
But tyrants dread ye, left your juft decree
Transfer the power, and fet the people free :
See refcu'd Britain at your altars bow:
And hear her hymns your happy care avow:
That ftill her axes and her rods fupport
The judge's frown, and grace the awful court:
That law with all her pompous terror stands,
To wrest the dagger from the traitor's hands;
And rigid juftice reads the fatal word;
Poifes the balance firft, then draws the sword.
Britain her fafety to your guidance owns, That she can fep'rate parricides from fons ;
That, impious rage difarm'd, fhe lives and reigns, Her freedom kept by him, who broke her chains. And thou, great minister, above the rest
Of guardian Spirits, be thou for ever bleft:
Thou, who of old wert fent to Ifrael's court,
With fecret aid great David's ftrong fupport;
To mock the frantick rage of cruel Saul,
And ftrike the useless javelin to the wall.
Thy later care o'er William's temples held.
On Boyne's propitious banks, the heav'nly shield;
When power divine did fovereign right declare;
And cannons mark'd, whom they were bid to fpare.
Still, bleffed angel, be thy care the fame;
Be William's life untouch'd, as is his fame:
Let him own thine, as Britain owns his hand:
Save thou the king, as he has fav'd the land.
We angels forms in pious monarchs view;
We reverence William; for he acts like you;
Like you, commiffion'd to chaftife and blefs,
He muft avenge the world, and give it peace.
Indulgent Fate our potent prayer receives;
And still Britannia smiles, and William lives;
The hero dear to earth, by heaven belov'd,
By troubles muft be vex'd, by dangers prov'd:
His foes must aid to make his fame compleat,
And fix his throne fecure on their defeat.
So, though with sudden rage the tempest comes; Though the winds roar; and though the water foams; Imperial Britain on the sea looks down,
And fmiling fees her rebel subject frown:
Striking her cliff, the storm confirms her pow'r :
The waves but whiten her triumphant shore :
In vain they would advance, in vain retreat :
Broken they dash, and perish at her feet.
For William ftill new wonders fhall be shown:
The powers that refcued, fhall preferve the throne.
Safe on his darling Britain's joyful fea,
Behold, the monarch ploughs his liquid way:
His fleets in thunder through the world declare,
Whofe empire they obey, whofe arms they bear.
Blefs'd by afpiring winds, he finds the strand
Blacken'd with clouds; he fees the nations stand
Bleffing his fafety, proud of his command.
In various tongues he hears the captains dwell
On their great leader's praife, by turns they tell,
And liften, each with emulous glory fir'd,
How William conquer'd, and how France retir'd;
How Belgia freed the hero's arm confefs'd,
But trembled for the courage which the blefs'd,
O Louis, from this great example know,
To be at once a hero, and a foe:
By founding trumpets, hear, and rattling drums,
When William to the open vengeance comes:
And fee the foldier plead the monarch's right,
Heading his troops, and foremost in the fight.
Hence then, clofe Ambush and perfidious War,
Down to your native feats of Night repair.
And thou, Bellona, weep thy cruel pride
Restrain'd, behind the victor's chariot ty'd
In brazen knots, and everlasting chains.
(So Europe's peace, fo William's fate ordains.)
While on the ivory chair in happy state
He fits, fecure in innocence, and great
In regal clemency; and views beneath
Averted darts of rage, and pointless arms of death.
SEE, while thou weep'st, fair Cloe, see
The world in fympathy with thee.
The chearful birds no longer fing,
Each droops his head, and hangs his wing.
The clouds have bent their bofom lower,
And fhed their forrows in a fhower.
The brooks beyond their limits flow;
And louder murmurs speak their wɔe.
The nymphs and fwains adopt thy cares:
They heave thy fighs, and weep thy tears.
Fantastic nymph! that grief fhould move
Thy heart obdurate against Love.
Strange tears! whofe power can foften all,
But that dear breast on which they fall.
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