Thus to the noon of her high glory run, From her bright orb, diffusive like the fun, She did her healing influence display, And cherifb'd all our nether world, that lay Within the circle of her radiant day; Reliev'd not only those who bounty fought, But gave unask'd, and as she gave forgot; Found modeft Want in her obfcure retreat, And courted timorous Virtue to be great. The Church, which William sav'd, was Mary's care, Taught by her life, and guarded by her pray'r; What her devotions were, ye cherubs, tell, Who ever round the feat of mercy dwell; For here the would not have her goodness known, But you beheld how the address'd the throne, And wonder'd at a zeal so like your own.
Since she was form'd, and lov'd, and pray'd like you, She should, alas! have been immortal too,
A mind so good, in beauteous strength array'd,
Affur'd our hopes the might be long obey'd,
And we, with heighten'd reverence, might have seen
The hoary grandeur of an aged Queen,
Who might, with William, jointly govern here,
As that bright pair which rules the heavenly sphere.
Grace and mild mercy best in her were shown,
In him the rougher virtues of the throne;
Of Justice the at home the balance held;
Abroad, Oppression by his sword was quell'd;
The generous lion, and the peaceful dove;
The God of battle, and the Queen of love,
Did in their happy nuptials well agree;
Like Mars, he led our armies out; and the
With smiles presided o'er her native sea.
Such too their meetings, when our Monarch came
With laurels loaden, and immortal fame;
As when the God on Hæmus quits his arms,
Softening his toils in Cytherea's charms :
Then with what joy did the the victor meet,
And lay the reins of empire at his feet !
With the fame temper as the * Latian hind
Was made Dictator, conquer'd, and resign'd;
So Pallas from the dusty field withdrew,
And, when imperial Jove appear'd in view,
Refum'd her female arts, the spindle and the clew;
Forgot the fceptre she so well had fway'd,
And, with that mildness she had rul'd, obey'd;
Pleas'd with the change, and unconcern'd as Jove,
When in difguise he leaves his power above,
And drowns all other attributes in love.
Such, mighty Sir, if yet the facred ear
Of Majesty in grief vouchsafe to hear,
Was the lov'd confort of thy crown and bed,
Our joy while living; our defpair now dead.
Yet though with Mary one supporter fall,
Thy virtue can alone sustain the ball.
Of Sibyl's books, that volume which remain'd,
The perfect value of the whole retain'd.
When in the fiery car Elijah fled,
His fpirit doubled on his partner's head;
So will thy people's love, now Mary's gone,
Unite both ftreams, and flow on thee alone.
The grateful fenate with one voice combine
To breathe their forrows, and to comfort thine,
By bringing to thy view how Europe's fate
Does on thy counsels and thy courage wait :
But, when the vastness of thy grief they see,
They own 'tis just, and melt in tears with thee.
Blush not, great foul, thus to reveal thy woe;
Sighs will have vent, and eyes too full o'erflow;
Shed by degrees, they pass unfelt away;
But raise a storm and deluge where they stay.
The bravest heroes have the softest mind,
Their nature 's, like the Gods, to love inclin'd.
Homer, who human paffions nicely knew,
When his illustrious Grecian chief he drew,
Left likewife in his foul one mortal part,
Whence love and anguish too might reach his heart;
For a loft mistress, in despair he fate,
And let declining Troy still struggle with her fate :
But when the partner of his cares lay dead,
Like a rous'd lion from his tent he fled,
Whole hecatombs of trembling Trojans flew,
And mangled Hector at his chariot drew.
Still greater is thy lofs, be such thy rage,
As conquer'd Gallia only may afswage.
She who on earth secur'd thee by her prayer, Return'd to heaven, shall prove thy guardian angel there, And, hovering round thee with her heavenly shield, Unfeen protect thee in the doubtful field.
Go then, by different paths to glory go,
The church's both estates with Mary show;
And while above she triumphs, fight below.--
'Tis done---our Monarch to the camp returns,--
The Gallic armies fly---their navy burns,
And earth and feas all bow at his command,
And Europe owns her peace from his victorious hand.
A
T Anna's call the Austrian eagle flies,
Bearing her thunder to the southern skies;
Where a rash Prince, with an unequal sway,
Inflames the region, and misguides the day;
Till the ufurper, from his chariot hurl'd,
Leaves the true Monarch to command the world.
T dead of night imperial Reason sleeps,
And Fancy with her train loose revels keeps,
Then airy phantoms a mix'd scene display,
Of what we heard, or faw, or wish'd by day;
For memory those images retains,
Which passion form'd, and still the strongest reigns.
Huntsmen renew the chace they lately run,
And generals fight again their battles won.
Spectres and furies haunt the murderer's dreams,
Grants or difgraces are the courtier's themes.
The miser spies a thief, or a new hoard,
The cit 's a knight, the sycophant a lord.
Thus fancy's in the wild distraction lost,
With what we most abhor, or covet most.
But of all paffions that our dreams control,
Love prints the deepest image in the foul;
For vigorous fancy and warm blood dispense
Pleasures so lively that they rival sense.
Such are the transports of a willing maid,
Not yet by time and place to act betray'd,
Whom spies or some faint virtue force to fly
That scene of joy, which yet she dies to try.
Till fancy bawds, and, by mysterious charms,
Brings the dear object to her longing arms;
Unguarded then she melts, acts fierce delight,
And curses the returns of envious light.
In such blest dreams Byblis enjoys a flame,
Which waking the detests, and dares not name.
Ixion gives a loose to his wild love,
And in his airy visions cuckolds Jove.
Honours and state before this phantom fall;
For fleep, like death its image, equals all.
Imitated from the FRENCH of Monf. MAYNARD,
HEN money and my blood ran high,
My muse was reckon'd wondrous pretty;
The sports and smiles did round her fly,
Enamour'd with her smart concetti.
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