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UEEN of the Northern world, whofe gentle fway Commands our love, and charms our hearts t'obey, Forgive the nation's groan when WILLIAM dy'd: : Lo, at thy feet in all the royal pride

Of blooming joy, three happy realms appear,

And WILLIAM's urn almoft without a tear

Stands; nor complains; while from thy gracious tongue
Peace flows in filver ftreams amidst the throng.
Amazing balm, that on thofe lips was found
To foothe the torment of that mortal wound,
And calm the wild affright! The terror dies,
The bleeding wound cements, the danger flies,
And Albion fhouts thine honours as her joys arife.

The German eagle feels her guardian dead,
Not her own thunder can fecure her head;
Her trembling eaglets haften from afar,
And Belgia's lion dreads the Gallick war:
All hide behind thy fhield. Remoter lands
Whofe lives lay trufted in Naffovian hands
Transfer their fouls, and live; fecure they play
In thy mild rays, and love the growing day.

Thy beamy wing at once defends and warms
Fainting religion, whilft in various forms
Fair piety fhines through the British idles:
Here at thy fide, and in thy kindest smiles*
Blazing in ornamental gold she stands,
To blefs thy councils, and affift thy hands,
And crowds wait round her to receive commands.
There at a humble distance from the throne t
Beauteous fhe lies; her luftre all her own,
Ungarnish'd; yet not blufhing, nor afraid,
Nor knows fufpicion, nor affects the shade:
Chearful and pleas'd she not prefumes to share
In thy parental gifts, but owns thy guardian care.
For thee, dear fovereign, endless vows arise,
And zeal with earthly wing falutes the skies
To gain thy fafety: Here a folemn form *
Of ancient words keeps the devotion warm,

* The established church of England. The Proteftant Diffenters.

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And guides, but bounds our wishes: There the mind
Feels its own fire, and kindles unconfin'd

With bolder hopes: Yet ftill beyond our vows,
Thy lovely glories rife, thy spreading terror grows.

Princefs, the world already owns thy name:
Go, mount the chariot of immortal fame,
Nor die to be renown'd: Fame's loudest breath
Too dear is purchas'd by an angel's death.
The vengeance of thy rod, with general joy,
Shall fcourge rebellion and the rival-boy † :
Thy founding arms his Gallic patron hears,
And fpeeds his flight; nor overtakes his fears,
Till hard defpair wring from the tyrant's foul
The iron tears out. Let thy frown control
Our angry jars at home, till wrath submit
Her impious banners to thy facred feet;

Mad zeal, and frenzy, with their murderous train,
Feel these sweet realms in thine aufpicious reign,
Envy expire in rage, and treason bite the chain.

Let no black scenes affright fair Albion's stage:
Thy thread of life prolong our golden age,
Long bless the earth, and late ascend thy throne
Ethereal; (not thy deeds are there unknown,
Nor there unfung; for by thine awful hands
Heaven rules the waves, and thunders o'er the lands,
Creates inferior kings ‡, and gives 'em their commands.)

*The Proteftant Diffenters.
The Pretender.


She made Charles the Emperor's fecond fon King of Spain, who was afterwards Emperor of Germany.

Legions attend thee at the radiant gates;

For thee thy fifter-feraph, bleft Maria, waits.

But oh! the parting ftroke! fome heavenly power
Chear thy fad Britons in the gloomy hour;

Some new propitious ftar appear on high
The fairest glory of the Western sky,
And Anna be its name; with gentle fway
To check the planets of malignant ray,

Sooth the rude north wind, and the rugged Bear,
Calm rifing wars, heal the contagious air,
And reign with peaceful influence to the fouthern fphere.


Note, This poem was written in the year 1705, in that honourable part of the reign of our late Queen, when the had broke the French power at Blenheim, afferted the right of Charles the prefent emperor to the crown of Spain, exerted her zeal for the Proteftant Succeffion, and promifed inviolably to maintain the toleration to the Proteftant Diffenters. Thus the appeared the chief fupport of the Reformation, and the patronefs. of the liberties of Europe.

The latter part of her reign was of a different colour, and was by no means attended with the accomplishment of those glorious hopes which we had conceived.. Now the Mufe cannot fatisfy herself to publish this new edition without acknowledging the mistake of her former prefages; and while fhe does the world this justice, the does herself the honour of a voluntary retractation. August 1. 1721. I. W.

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BRITONS, forgive the forward Muse

That dar'd prophetic feals to loofe,
(Unfkill'd in fate's Eternal Book)
And the deep characters mistook.
George is the name, that glorious star;
Ye faw his fplendors beaming far;
Saw in the East your joys arise,

When Anna funk in western skies,

Streaking the heavens with crimfon gloom,

Emblems of tyranny and Rome,
Portending blood and night to come.
'Twas George diffus'd a vital ray,
And gave the dying nations day:
His influence fooths the Ruffian Bear,
Calms rifing wars, and heals the air;
Join'd with the fun his beams are hurl'd
To fcatter bleffings round the world,
Fulfil whate'er the Muse has spoke,

And crown the work that Anne forfook.

Aug. 1. 1721.

TO JOHN LOCKE, Efq; retired from Bufinefs.


NGELS are made of heavenly things,

And light and love our fouls compose,

Their blifs within their bofom fprings,

Within their bofom flows.


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