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For ſee! the Britiſh Genus cumes to hear The fainting Sons, and linde em toi W411. With Her own glorious Fires hail Shah Bile waentgy, And bide em bun for Liberty: and Arme. Unhappy: Land the Formoſt once in Fame, Once lifting to the Stars: thy Noble. 123 In Arts excelling, and in Arms ſevere,, The Weſtern Kingdems Envy and their Fear. Where is thy Pride; thy conſeious Honour, flowynf Thy ancient Valour; and thy firſt Renown? / How art thou ſunk among the Nation nο⁹¹1¹ͥ¹¼L How haſt thou taught thy ha®ghtyNeck"to boy; And dropt the Warriors Wrearh- inglorious* from thy Not thus of Old her n en The Bondage of the unbeheving M, But oft, alternate; made the Vidtors yield; And prov'® their Might in many a wel-fought Fields. Bold in Defence of Liberty they ſtood. And doubly dy'd their Croſs in AMasriſh Blood:; Then in Heroick Arms their Knights excelbd, 2 The Tyrant then and Giant then they quell'd;; Then eviy nobler Thought their Minds did move; And thoſe, who fought for Freedem, figh'd Loves. Like one, thoſe ſacred Flames united live; At once they languiſh,'and-at once revive; N 4 Alike they ſhun the Coward and the Slave, | But blefs the Free; the Virtuous, and the Brave. | Nor frown, ye Fair, nor think my Verſe untrue; - 1 Tho we diſdain that Mari ſhould Man ſubdue, 2 Yet all the Free- born Race are Slaves alike to un 5 Vet once, again that Glory to Reſtore, p 5 be Brizons ſeck the Cali Shore,

416 4 Porn on the gloriour Siicteſes With echoing Peals, at AN Ni high Command. Their Naval Thunder wakes the drowſy: Land;: High at their Head, 1beria's promis d Lord. Young Charles of Auſtria, waves his ſhining Sword; His youthful Veins with Hopes of Empire glow, Swell his bold Heart, and urge him on the Foez _ With Joy be reads, in ev'ry Warriors Face, Some happy Omen ot a ſure Succeſa; Then leaps exulting on the Hoſtile Strand, And thinks the deſtin'd Sceptre in his Hand. Nor Fate denies, what firſt his Wiſhes name, Proud-Barcelona owns his juſter Chim, | With the firſt Laurel binds his youthful Brows, And, Pledge of future Crowns, the mural Wreath beſtow: But ſoon, the Equal of his youthful Years, - Philip of Bourbows haughty Line, appears; Like Hopes attend his Birth, like Glories grace, | (If Glory can be ina Tyrant's TONS. In Numbers proud, he threats no more from * But nearer draws the black impending War; He views his Hoſt,” then ſcorns the Rebel Town; And dvoms to certain Death the Rival of his Crown: Now Fame and Empire, all the Nobler Spoils That urge the Hero, and'reward his Toils, Plac'd in their View, alike their Hopes engage, And fire their Breaſts with more than Mortal Rage. Not lawleſs Love, not Vengeance, nor Deſpair, 2

So daring, fierce, untamꝭd, and furious are,

As youthful Kings, when ſtriving for Renown They prove their Might in Arms, and combat for —

of ber MajzsTyY's Arms, &c. Hard was the cruel Strife, and doubtſul long Betwixt the Chiefs ſuſpended Cor queſt hung; Till for&'d at length, diſdaining much, to. Charles to his Rival quits the ſatal Field.

Numbers and Fortune o'er his Right prevail, And ev'n the Britiſh Valour ſeems to fail;

And yet they faild not all. In that Extreme, Conſcious of Virtue, Liberty, and Fame,

They vow the youthful Monarch's Fate to ſhare; Above Diſtreſs, unconquer d by Deſpair, -

Still to defend the Towyn, and animate the War. a

But lo! when every better Hope was paſt, When every Day of Danger ſeem'd their laſt, Far on the diſtant Ocean, they ſurvey, Where a proud Navy plows its wat'ry Way. Nor long they doubted, but With Joy deſcry, Upon the Chief*s tall Top-maſts waving high, The Britiſh Croſs and Belgitk Lion fly.

Loud with tumultuous Clamour, loud they rear Their Cries of Ecſtaſy, and rend the Air, In Peals on Peals the Shouts Triumphal riſe, Spread ſwift, and rattle thro* the ſpacious Skies; While from below, old Ocean grones profound,

The Walls, the Rocks, the Shores repel the Sound.

Ring with the deaf' ning Shock; and thunder all around.

Such was the Joy the Trojan Youth expreſs” 'Þ

Who by the fierce Rutilian's Siege diſtreſs'd, Were by the Tyrrhene Aid at length releas'd; When young Aſcanius, then in Arms firſt try'd, Numbers and evry other Want ſupply'd, 9 And kaugty Turnus from his Walls defy'd;

Au hail! ye ſofter happier Arts of Peace, Secur d from Harms, and bleſt with learned Faſes..

Nor wiſh for. Crowns, but what. thy Graves beſtow. | Me, Ny mph Divine l not ſcorn my humble "Ve |

Sav'd in the Ton an Empire yet to ome, And fix d the Fate of his Imperial Ramme. But ob! what Verſe, what Numbers. ſhall reveal

Thoſe Pangs of Rage and Grief the Pro's feel}... Who ſhall Retreating Philip's Shame impart,

And tell the Anguiſh of his lab ring Heart!

What Paint, what ſpeaking Pencil ſhall. expreſs

The blended Paſſions ſtriving in his Face!

Hate, Indignution, Courage, Pride, Remorſe,

With Thoughts of Glory paſt; the Loſers greateſt Curſes Fatal Ambition! ſay what wondrous Charms Delude Mankind to toil. for thee in Arms; When all thy.Spoils, thy Wreaths. in Battle won; The Pride of Pow'r, and Glory of a Crown. When all War gives, when. all. the Great can gains Ev'a thy whole Pleaſure, pays not half thy Pain.

In Battles, Blood, and Perils hard, unskill'd, Which haunt the Warrior in the fatal Field; | But chief, thee Goddeſs Muſe! my Verſe wou'd raiſe, And to thy own ſoft Numbers tune thy Praiſe. Happy the Youth inſpir d, beneath thy. k.

There ſafe, no Pleaſures, there no Pains: they know, But thoſe which from thy Sacred Raptures flow, =]

Receive unworthy, to thy kinder Care, Doom d to a gentler, tho more lowly, Fate, Nor a once, nor KNOW!

of ber Mages vm, &c. Me, to thy peaceful Haunts, inglorious bring, Where ſecret thy Oeleſtial Siſters Sing, | Faſt by their Sacred Hill} and ſweet Caftalier Spring.

But nobler Thoughts the Victor Prince employ,

And raiſe his Heart wich high Triumphant Joy; From hence a better Courſe of Time rolls on, And whiter Days ſueteſſive ſeem to run. From hence his kinder Fortune ſeems to date The Riſing Glories of bis future State, From hence! — Butob! too ſoon the Hero mourns” His Hopes-deceiv'd, and Wars ineonſtant Turns In vain, his echoing Trumpets loud Alarms