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TO THE AUTHOR OF THE FOLLOWING POEM,
“ It has no faults, or I no faults can fpy: 56 It is all beauty, or in blindness I."
TRUTH IN RHYME.
HE following extract from his Majesty's Speech
to both Houses of Parliament, which, by every man in his dominions, would be thought the noblest introduction to a Poem of the first merit, is peculiarly suitable to introduce this. However unequal these verses may be to the subject they attempt to adorn, this fingular advantage will be readily allowed them. It will, at the same time, be the fullest and best explanation of the Author's meaning, on a theme fo interesting and uncommon. The words are these :
MARCH 3, 1761. *** In consequence of the act passed in the reign of my late glorious predeceffor, King William the
Third, for settling the succession to the Crown in my Family, the commissions of the Judges have been made during their good behaviour. But, notwithstanding that wise provision, their offices have determined upon the demise of the Crown, or at the expiration of fix months afterwards, in every instance of that nature which has happened.
I look upon the independency and uprightness of the Judges of the land as essential to the impartial admi
nistration of Justice; as one to the best securities of the rights and liberties of my loving subjects; and as moft conducive to the honour of the Crown, And I come now to recommend this interesting object to the consideration of Parliament ; in order that such farther provision, as shall be most expedient, may be made, for securing the Judges in the enjoyment of their offices, during their good beba
viour, notwithftanding any such demise.
ASTRE A, eldef born of Jove,
Whom all the gods revere and love,
Was sent, while man deferv'd their care,
On earth to dwell, and govern there :
Till finding earth by heaven unaw'd,
Till sick of violence and fraud,
Abandoning the guilty crew,
Back to her native sky she flew.
There, ftation'd in the Virgin-sign,
Slie long has ceas'd on earth to shine;
Or if, at times, the deigns a fmile,
'Tis chief o'er Britain's favour'd ille.
For there her eye with wonder fix'd !
That wonder too with pleasure mix’d!
She now beheld, in blooming youth,
The Patron of all worth and truth ;
Not where the virtues moyt resort,
On peaceful plains, but in a court!
Not in a cottage, all-unknown;
She found him feated on a throne !
What fables paint, what poets fing,
She found in fact-a Patriot-king!
But as a sight, so nobly new,
Deserv'd, she thought, a nearer view;
To where, by silver-Streaming Thames,
Ascends the palace of St. James,
Swift through furrounding fhades of night,
The goddefs shot her beamy flight.
She ftop'd ; and the revealing ray
Blaz'd round her favourite, where he lay,
In sweet repose: o'er all his face,
Repose shed softer bloom and grace!
But fearful lest her sun-bright glare
Too soon might wake him into care,
(For splendid toils and weary ftate
Are every monarch's envy'd fate)
The stream of circling rays to shroud,
She drew an interposing cloud.
In all the silence of surprize,
Slie gaz'd him o'er'! She saw arise,
For gods can read the human breaft,
Her own idea there imprest!
And that liis plan, to bless mankind,
The plan now brightening in his mind,
May story's whitest page adorn,
May thine through nations yet unborn,
She calls Urbania to her aid,
At once, the fair ethereal maid,
Daughter of Memory and Jove,
Descending quits her laureld grove :
Loose to the gale her azure robe ;
Borne, in her left, a starry globe,
Where each superior son of fame
Will find inscrib'd his deathless name.;
Her right sustains th' immortal lyre,
To praise true merit, or inspire.
Behold-Astrea tlus began-
'The friend of virtue and of man !
Calm reason see, in early youth !
See, in a prince, the soul of truth !
With love of justice, tender sense
For suffering worth and innocence !
Who means to build his happy reign
On this beft maxim, wife and plain-
Though plain, how seldom understood!
That, to be great, he must be good.
His breast is open to your eye.;
Approach, Urania, mark, and try.
This bosom needs no thought to hide :
This virtue dares our search abide.
The sacred fountains to fecure
Of Justice, undisturb’d and pure
From hopes or fears, from fraud or force,
To ruffle or to stain their course;
That these may flow serene and free,
The law must independent be;
Her ministers, as in my light,
And mine alone, dispensing right;
Of piercing eye, of judgment clear,
As honour, just, as truth, fincere,