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A mighty series of new time began,
And rolling years in joyful circles ran.
Then wealth the city, business fill'd the port,
To mirth our tumults turn’d, our wars to sport :
Then learning flourish'd, blooming arts did spring,
And the glad Muses prun’d their drooping wing:
Then did our flying towers improvement know,
Who now command as far as winds can blow
With canvass wings round all the globe they fly,
And, built by Charles's art, all storms defy;
every coast with ready fails are hurl'd,
Fill us with wealth, and with our fame the world;
From whose distractions seas do us divide ;
Their riches here in floating castles ride.
reap the swarthy Indian's sweat and toil ;
Their fruit, without the mischiefs of their soil.
Here in cool shades their gold and pearls receive,
Free from the hear which does their lustre give.
In Persian silks, eat Eastern spice ; secure
From burning Auxes, and their calenture :
Under our vines, upon the peaceful shore,
We see all Europe toast, hear tempests roär:
Rapine, sword, wars, and famine, rage abroad,
While Charles their host, like Jove from Ida, aw'd ;
Us from our foes, and from ourselves did shield,
Our towns from tumults, and from arms the field;
For when bold Faction goodness could disdain,
Unwillingly he usd a straiter rein :
In the still gentle voice he lov'à to speak,
But could with thunder harden'd rebels break.
Yet though they wak'd the laws, his tender mind
Was undisturb’d, in wrath severely kind;
power, and urging to assume;
Thus Jove in love did Semele consume.
As the stout oak, when round his trunk the vine
Does in soft wreaths and amorous foldings twine,
Easy and Night appears; the winds from far
Summon their noisy forces to the war :
But though fo gentle seems his outward form,
His hidden strenth out-braves the loudest storm :
Firmer he stands, and boldly keeps the field,
Shewing stout minds, when unprovok’d, are mild.
So when the good man made the crowd presume,
He shew'd himself, and did the king assume :
For goodness in excess may be a sin,
Justice must tame,
mercy cannot win.
Thus winter fixes the unstable sea,
And teaches restless water constancy,
Which under the warm influence of bright days,
The fickle motion of each blast obeys.
To bridle factions, stop rebellion's course,
By easy methods, vanquish without force;
Relieve the good, bold stubborn foes subdue,
Mildness in wrath, meekness in anger shew,
Were arts great Charles's prudence only knew.
To fright the bad, thus awful under rolls,
While the bright bow secures the faithful souls.
Such is thy glory, Charles, thy lafting name,
Brighter than our proud neighbour's guilty fame ;
More noble than the spoils that battles yield,
Or all the empty triumphs of the field.
'Tis less to conquer, than to make war cease,
And without fighting, awe the world to peace :
For proudest triumphs from contempt arise ;
The vanquish'd first the conqueror's arms despise :
Won enfigns are the gaudy marks of scorn,
They brave the victor first, and then adorn.
But peaceful monarchs reign like gods : while none
Dispute, all love, bless, reverence their throne.
Tigers and bears, with all the favage host,
May boldness, strength, and daring conquest boast;
But the sweet pasfions of a generous mind
Are the prerogative of human-kind ;
The god-like image, on our clay imprest,
The darling attribute which heaven loves best :
In Charles so good a man and king, we fee
A double image of the deity.
Oh! had he more resembled it! Oh, why
Was he not still more like, and could not die?
Now do our thoughts alone enjoy his name,
And faint ideas of our blessing frame !
In Thames, the Ocean's darling, England's pride,
The pleasing emblem of his reign does glide :
Thames the support and glory of our isle,
Richer than Tagus, or Ægyptian Nile :
Though no rich fand in him, no pearls are found,
Yet fields rejoice, his meadows laugh around;
Less wealth his bosom holds, less guilty stores,
For he exhausts himself, t'enrich the shores,
Mild and serene the peaceful current flows,
No angry foam, no raging surges knows;
No dreadful wrecks' upon his banks appear,
His crystal stream unstain’d by widows tear,
His channel strong and easy, deep and clear.
No arbitrary inundations fweep
The plowman's hopes, and life into the deep;
His even waters the old limits keep.
But oh! he ebbs, the smiling waves decay,
For ever, lovely stream, for ever stay!
To the black fea his filent course does bend,
Where the best streams, the longest rivers, end.
His fpotless waves there undistinguish'd pass,
None see, how clear, how bounteous, sweet, he was.
No difference now, though late so much, is seen,
'Twixt him, fierce Rhine, and the impetuous Seine.
But lo ! the joyful tide our hopes restores,
And dancing waves extend the widening shores.
James is our Charles in all things but in name :
Thus Thames is daily lost, yet still the same.
ODE on the Marriage of the Princess ANNE
and Prince GEORGE of DENMARK.
1. WHILST black designs (that direful work of Fate)
Distract the labouring state;
Whilst (like the fea) around loud discords roar,
Breaking their fury on the frighted fhore;
And England does like brave Vienna stand,
Besiegʻd by Infidels on either hand ;
What means this peaceful train, this pompous sight?
What means this royal beauteous pair?
This troop of youths and virgins heavenly fair,
That does at once astonish and delight; Grear Charles, and his illustrious brother here,
No bold assassinate need fear;
Here is no harmful weapon found,
Nothing but Cupid's darts and Beauty here can wound,
How grateful does this scene
To us, who might too justly fear
We never should have seen again
Aught bright, but armour on the plain!,
Ne'er in their chearful garb t have seen the fair,
While all, with melting eyes and wild dishevel'd hair,
Had mourn'd their brothers, sons, and husbands sain.
These dusky shadows make this scene more bright;
The horror adds to the delight.
This glorious pomp our spirits chears; from hence
We lucky omens take, new happiness commence,
Thus when the gathering clouds a storm prepare,
And their black force associate in the air ;
(Endeavouring to eclipse the bounteous light,
Who; with kind warmth, and powerful rays,
Theṁ to that envy'd height
From their mean native earth did raise.)