II. So may Thy Godhead be confest, So the returning Year be bleft, As His Infant Months beftow Springing Wreaths for WILLIAM's Brow; As His Summer's Youth fhall fhed As Thou doft all Above.. III. Let our Hero in the War Active and fierce, like Thee, appear: Like Thee, great Son of Jove, like Thee, When clad in rising Majesty, Thou marcheft down o'er DELOS' Hills confeft, With all Thy Arrows arm'd, in all Thy Glory drest. Like Thee, the Hero does his Arms imploy, The raging PYTHON to destroy, And give the injur'd Nations Peace and Joy. IV. From fairest Years, and Time's more happy Stores, Gather all the smiling Hours; Such as with friendly Care have guarded Patriots and Kings in rightful Wars; Such as with Conqueft have rewarded Sacred Sacred to NAS SA u's long Renown, For Countries fav'd, and Battels won. March Them again in fair Array, On WILLIAM's Fame, and EUROPE'S Fate. No brighter in the Year be found, But That which brings the Victor home in Peace. Again Thy Godhead We implore, Great in Wisdom as in Power; Again, for good MARIA'S fake, and Qurs, When happy Counfels were advising ; O'er forming Laws, and Empires rifing; Hand in Hand, a goodly Train, To blefs the great ELIZ A's Reign; And in the Typic Glory show, What fuller Blifs MARIA fhall beftow. As the folemn Hours advance, Many Many wing'd with all the Pleasures, Man can ask, or Heav'n diffufe: That great MARIA all thofe Joys may know, For Thy own Glory sing our Sov'raign's Praise, Let all Thy tuneful Sons adom Their lafting Work with WILLIAM's Name; Let chofen Mufes yet unborn Take great MARIA for their future Theam: On WILLIAM's and MARIA'S Praife: Nor fear they can exhauft the Store; 'Till Nature's Mufick lyes unftrung; 'Till Thou, great God, fhalt tofe Thy double Pow'r; And touch Thy Lyre, and shoot Thy Beams no more. THE LADY's LOOKING-GLASS. ELIA and I the other Day.. CELIA Walk'd o'er the Sand-Hills to the Sea: The setting Sun adorn'd the Coast, His Beams entire, his Fierceness loft: And, on the Surface of the Deep, The Winds lay only not asleep: I The w The Nymph did like the Scene appear, Soft fell her Words, as flew the Air. But, oh the Change! the Winds grow high; Once more at least look back, faid I; But when vain Doubt, and groundless Fear Do That Dear Foolish Bofom tear; When When the big Lip, and wat'ry Eye Tell Me, the rifing Storm is nigh: 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. LOVE and FRIENDSHIP: A PASTORAL. By Mrs. ELIZABETH SINGER. AMARYLLIS WHILE from the Skies the ruddy Sun defcends; And rifing Night the Ev'ning Shade extends: While pearly Dews o'erfpread the fruitful Field; Nor |