A
POEM
.
Humbly
Presented
to
His
most
Sacred
Majesty
THE
LARK
,
while
she
her
Gratitude
to
prove
,
Lauds
with
her
sprightly
Notes
,
immortal
Jove
Shuts
not
his
Ear
against
the
SPARROWS
Lays
;
Whose
tuneless
Pipe
can
only
chirp
his
Praise
.
Thus
I
,
tho'
Learned
Bards
before
have
strung
Their
sounding
Lyres
,
and
most
divinely
Sung
,
Fear
not
the
Dictates
of
my
Soul
to
own
;
The
less
of
Art
,
the
more
of
Love
is
shown
:
Vouchsafe
,
Great
Prince
,
to
hear
my
humble
Muse
,
And
let
my
Zeal
my
Want
of
Skill
excuse
.
HAIL
!
Hero
born
to
rule
,
and
reconcile
The
fatal
Discords
of
our
English
Isle
!
Our
pure
Religion
,
long
the
Mark
of
Rome
,
Repriev'd
by
YOU
Escapes
her
final
Doom
.
Innumber'd
Joys
YOU
to
Britannia
bring
,
And
lo
Paeans
thro'
the
Nation
ring
.
Delightful
Liberty
,
with
Fears
half
dead
,
Hears
the
glad
Noise
,
and
rears
her
pleasing
Head
;
Her
slacken'd
Nerves
their
former
Strength
regain
,
And
she
her
Life
redates
from
GEORGE's
Reign
.
SO
Cruel
Faction
tore
Rome's
ancient
State
,
And
all
her
Glories
seem'd
the
Sport
of
Fate
;
When
by
Adoption
Trajan
took
the
Reins
,
And
check'd
his
People's
Heats
,
and
quench'd
the
Flames
;
Enlarg'd
her
Bounds
to
distant
India's
Shoar
,
And
taught
her
Drooping
Eagles
how
to
soar
.
YOU
Sir
,
like
him
,
the
British
Throne
ascend
;
May
equal
Victories
your
Reign
attend
.
When
round
the
Continent
the
Trump
of
Fame
Did
Britain's
Glory
in
your
Right
proclaim
,
Tyrannick
Monarchs
,
as
with
Thunder
scar'd
,
Sent
up
their
Prayers
impending
Fates
to
ward
;
Whilst
BELGIA's
LION
brav'd
his
threaten'd
Chain
,
Rowl'd
his
Glad
Eyes
,
and
stretch'd
his
Paws
again
.
BY
your
fam'd
Justice
,
and
your
prudent
Sway
,
France
shall
be
taught
to
Love
,
or
to
Obey
;
Whilst
YOU
the
Right
of
Liberty
assert
,
And
all
the
Ills
of
broken
Faith
avert
;
To
Barcelona
may
Your
Succours
fly
,
Before
her
Champions
'midst
her
Ruins
dye
.
PROPHETICK
Sages
had
this
Day
in
View
,
And
nam'd
our
PATRON
as
a
Type
of
You
:
So
Men
to
Oracles
had
once
Regard
,
'Till
the
Great
Saviour
of
the
World
appear'd
.
THE
swelling
Waves
,
which
often
heretofore
Our
yet
lov'd
King
,
the
Glorious
WILLIAM
,
bore
,
Proud
in
conveying
his
Adopted
Son
,
Part
with
Regret
,
and
murmur
as
they
run
.
WELLCOME
great
Guardian
of
our
British
Land
;
Receive
the
Nation
rescu'd
by
thy
Hand
.
A
wicked
Race
of
Men
,
for
private
Ends
,
Had
rais'd
her
baffled
Foes
,
and
sunk
her
Friends
,
Dispers'd
her
Strength
,
and
Royal
ANN
betray'd
Whilst
in
the
Sunshine
of
her
Smiles
they
play'd
;
The
Ruin
rowl'd
too
fast
for
her
to
stem
,
Whose
greatest
Weakness
was
her
Choice
of
Them
:
When
Heav'n
,
in
Pity
to
those
suppliant
Few
,
Who
own'd
its
Power
,
and
kept
their
Vows
to
YOU
,
Came
to
our
Aid
,
revers'd
our
low'ring
Fate
,
And
by
thy
destin'd
ARM
retriev'd
the
State
.
HAIL
great
Deliverer
,
much
lov'd
MONARCH
Hail
!
No
more
shall
France
,
no
more
shall
Rome
prevail
:
By
Heav'ns
Decree
,
YOU
and
your
Issue
stand
Sure
Signs
of
future
Safety
to
this
Land
.
So
when
th'
Almighty
caus'd
the
Flouds
to
cease
,
He
fix'd
his
Bow
in
Token
of
the
Peace
.
I
am
with
the
profoundest
Respect
,
Your
Majesty's
Most
Dutiful
and
Most
Devoted
Subject
,
Susanna
Centlivre
.
FINIS
.