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THE Double Welcome.
A POEM To the Duke of MARLBOROUGH.
My Lord,
1 THE Muse that by Your Victory's Inspir'd,
2 First sung those Conquests, all the World admir'd,
3 Now sings the Triumphs of your Native Land,
4 Where you our Hearts as well as Troops Command,
[Page 2]5 Her Debt of Praise is Yours, but 'tis her Due,
6 That welcom'd Vict'ry, now to welcome You.
7 And tho' her Verse too mean to sing your Fame,
8 Injures the Hero by the Poet's Name;
9 Abject and low, and scorch'd by Party-Fire,
10 Whom neither Name Invites nor Hopes Inspire:
11 Yet this she claims, she can Your Fame rehearse,
12 Unbiass'd in Your Praise, Impartial in her Verse.
13 This Character sh' has kept, and this she brings,
14 She always scorn'd to flatter, tho' she sung to Kings.
15 Satyr has been her Talent, Truth her Song,
16 Truth who can bear it! sung too loud, too long.
17 Bright Truth! that Stranger to the Jingling Train,
18 Makes all their Praises Satyrs, all their Satyrs vain,
19 While Truth can neither this nor that explain.
20 Th' Unspotted Standard has been all her Aim,
21 For this she has felt her Fate, and sunk her Fame:
[Page 3]22 For this they've damn'd the Poet and his Rimes,
23 And slain th' unhappy Muse for want of Crimes
24 Adapted thus to Sacred Truth and Fame,
25 She never sung but they were both her Theam
26 Stranger to Panegyrick and to Praise,
27 It must be some sublime must her just Fancy raise.
28 To Truth and Merit she was always true,
29 She never could the flattering Flight pursue,
30 And never prais'd but William, Sir, and You.
31 And should she, spight of Nature, strain her Thought,
32 Should she his Lawrels sing that never fought,
33 Should she make Gallo Chast and Talus Wise,
34 And praise Immortal Blockheads in Disguise,
35 Or feign a Hero,
36 'Twould be so forc'd, so aukward, and so dull,
37 Gallo would seem more Lewd, Talus seem more a Fool:
38 Truth thro' the Lawn of Flattery would shine,
39 And in Mock-Praise the Satyr must be seen.
40 Should we Eternal Trophies seem to raise,
41 And Flying Chamo's Doubtful Vict'ry praise.
42 Disputed Honours partially decide,
43 And grant that Fame Bellona had deny'd;
44 To Vict'ry's Statue new Mock Honours pay,
45 And say they Conqu'red there that run away;
46 'Twould with such Incoherent Nonsence shine,
47 The blushing Hero must the aukward Praise decline:
48 The strong Collateral Banter would appear,
49 Courage so sung would read like Hymns to Fear.
50 The Painters thus by Contraries present
51 The allegorick Devil like the Saint,
52 But by some faint Reflection show their Care
53 The Cloven Meaning should not fail t'appear.
54 The Poet, Sir, to Plainness thus ennur'd,
55 Thus from the Charge of Flatt'ry first secur'd,
56 An Honest and Unbyass'd Freedom brings,
57 And all the Nation listens while he sings;
[Page 5]58 In his Inviting Consort freely Joyn,
59 Just so they did when first he sung the Boyne;
60 Just as when Namur's Conquer'd Walls he sung,
61 Britannia own'd his Harp Divinely strung.
62 'Tis Subject makes a Poet, and the Verse
63 Must be Inspir'd when William we rehearse;
64 His mighty Name Poetick Force procures,
65 And next to him the Inspiration's Yours.
66 From Foreign Fields and wild Danubian Shore,
67 Where English Armies never trod before,
68 Fruitful of Dangers, long ennur'd to War
69 For Great Gustavus us'd to Conquer There;
70 Herculean Labours past, and Hazards run,
71 Unheard of Marches made, unlook'd for Vict'rys won:
72 From Battels fought in Earnest, and the Field
73 Which none but these could win, where those must yield:)
74 From unexampl'd Conduct and Success,
75 That ne'er had been so great had This been less
[Page 6]76 From Deeds too mighty to be spoke by Words,
77 Printed in Death, engrav'd with English Swords,
78 Confest by Humbl'd France, and loudly told
79 By Valour dearly bought, by Valour dearly sold:
80 From scatter'd Enemies and rescued Crowns,
81 Which Envy nor Disputes nor Pride disowns;
82 You're welcome, Sir, to this unthankful Shore,
83 Where Men of Worth were never own'd before.
84 If in the future Glories you pursue,
85 You find the hateful Scandal happen true;
86 The Names of Schellenberg and Hockstet lie
87 Buried with Namure and the Boyn in wild Obscurity.
88 Let not your Virtue in Suspence appear,
89 'T has always been the Fate of Merit here:
90 A steady Glory ever has entail'd
91 The Grin of Envy; Envy never fail'd
92 To act the high refin'd Extreme of Hell
93 How William found it, Blush my Muse to tell.
94 Shall any Foreign Bard desire to know
95 Why Britain can so few like William show?
96 Say angry Poet, tell 'em 'tis because
97 Ingrateful Devils grudge them due Applause.
98 The Nation's Genius acted from below
99 Rewards no Service, will no Merit know.
100 Fame's empty Record none but Marlbro' shows,
101 Would England's Work on England's Terms espouse:
102 But he like Wiliam, Heavens their Fame regard,
103 Pursues true Virtue for its own Reward.
104 Welcome Immortal Hero's to that Shore,
105 Where Men of Equal Worth were never seen before.
106 From Fam'd Breda set out the mighty Train,
107 William too oft set out from thence in vain.
108 Advance my Muse, and view th' embattel'd Line,
109 They pass the Maese, the Moselle, and the Rhine.
[Page 8]110 France in Suspence the mighy Storm foresaw,
111 The Conq'ring Squrdrons for the Battel draw,
112 And Mars stood blindly hov'ring o'er Landau.
113 Laugh at the guilty baffled God of War,
114 Ye Sons of Arms, the Scene's prepar'd afar;
115 Not Lewis now, not Mars himself could know
116 Where English Jove his Thunderbolt would throw:
117 No Traytors brib'd by France could lead the way,
118 Not Hell it self the Project could betray,
119 Nor sell the Nation, as in William's time, for Pay.
120 The Troops amus'd with Halts and Feints of War
121 The just Surprize instructs them what to fear;
122 When you to Danube's Banks in hast advance,
123 A Length unlook'd for, unforeseen by France.
124 Swift, as the German Eagles lead, you fly
125 On Gusts of Hope, and Wings of Victory;
[Page 9]126 Your Passes o'er the Swabian Rocks appear
127 Like Hannibal's, with Flame and Vinegar:
128 And when the distant Vales their Prospect show,
129 You threaten Conquest to the Plains below.
130 Before your powerful Troops Bavaria's fly,
131 And Schellenberg give way to Victory.
132 The fam'd Ascent had thirteen times and more
133 Been storm'd, and ne'er was won but once before.
134 Once did the great Gustave Bavaria here pursue,
135 He Conquer'd here because he fought like You.
136 From thence thro' ravag'd Towns and conquer'd Plains
137 The Monument of Victory remains,
138 Augsburg and Munick trembl'd at your Name,
139 Tho' not inform'd of your approaching Fame:
140 To Blenheim, happy Name! the Scenes advance,
141 There gathers all the Thunderbolts of France.
[Page 10]142 A Leash of Armies on thy Plains appear
143 Each fancied able to support a War,
144 And free a Nation from the Vanity of Fear.
145 We that at Distance saw th' approaching Day,
146 Knew the Design, and saw the Bloody Way.
147 Blame not, great Prince, the doubts we own were true;
148 Our anxious Thoughts for England and for You.
149 We knew your brave resolv'd and steady Mind,
150 But who durst hope for what remain'd behind;
151 Who durst foretell the Glories of the Day,
152 That saw the dreadful Dangers of the Way:
153 Not Heaven it self, had we the News receiv'd
154 From Heaven it self, would here ha' been believ'd.
155 When first the Tidings thro' the Nation flew,
156 We pauz'd to ask if 'twas a Dream or true;
157 Amaz'd almost as much as they that fled,
158 While those with Fear, and these with Joy, dismay'd.
[Page 11]159 Speak all ye Sons of Rhime, the Day rehearse,
160 The Theme's too high for my too humble Verse:
161 Apollo must your Heads at once inspire,
162 For needful Praise with Emblematick Fire.
163 He that in suited Verse to Marlbro' writes,
164 Should feel that very Spirit by which he fights.
165 Yet still the meanest Poet of the Train
166 Keeps on, nor shall his Tribute come in vain:
167 Not all are Virgils to Mecaenas come,
168 Yet all huzza'd Augustus back to Rome;
169 When from the lesser Honour of the Day
170 He brought the Aegyptian Lover's Crown away
171 And thus while Caesar's Glory you pursue,
172 The Nation's Praises are your Native Due:
173 The universal Suffrage spreads your Name,
174 And all Men bless the Poet in your Fame.
175 Poet, a large Parenthesis allow,
176 Say here he Conquer'd — leave the mighty How:
[Page 12]177 The vast Particulars let those explain,
178 That sing in Numbers suited to the Man:
179 Let Addison our Modern Virgil sing,
180 For he's a Poet fitted for a King;
181 No Hero will his mighty Flight disdain,
182 The First, as thou the Last of the Inspir'd Train;
183 Maecenas has his Modern Fancy strung,
184 And fix'd his Pension first, or he had never sung;
185 Thou unregarded pay'st thy Debt to Fame,
186 Oppress'd by Fate, and too obscure to Name.
187 Envy and Party-Spleen h' has never known,
188 No humbling Jayls has pull'd his Fancy down:
189 The Towring Youth with high Success aspires,
190 And fings as one whose Song the World admires.
191 Yet say he Conquer'd, tho' the mighty How
192 For Addison thou may'st in large Parenthesis allow;
193 Trace him from Bleinheim and Danubian Plains,
194 The Gallick Captiv'd Heoes in his Chains:
[Page 13]195 Trace him to Philipsburgh and to Landau,
196 And tell the French 'tis true as they foresaw;
197 He would the mighty Bastions there pull down,
198 Tho' not before their Army's overthrown.
199 Attend the Hero to the ancient Saar,
200 And see him threaten Native France with War;
201 Surrender Treves that fatal Town to France,
202 Their Troops abandon it as his Advance;
203 Remind them of old Holstein and Crequi,
204 There France, as now at Bleinheim, learn'd to fly.
205 Tell us no more of Conquest, Fame's oppress'd,
206 The Breathless Muses claim some time to rest;
207 Saarbruck and Traarback will but spoil our Verse,
208 So harsh no Numbers can their Sounds rehearse:
209 So Nimeghen distracted soft Boileau,
210 The Subject lofty, and the Poet low,
211 Made his just Numbers halt, his Verses lame,
212 For want of Rhimes to the Exotic Name.
213 Thus from a vast Variety of Scene,
214 And six huge Conquests fix'd in one Campaign,
215 Bavaria Conquer'd, Settl'd, and Subdu'd,
216 The flying Prince four Hundred Mile pursu'd:
217 From Nineteen Towns surrendred, and the Field
218 With slaughter'd Heaps and vanquish'd Legions fill'd
219 From Captive Princes in your Train brought Home,
220 So Casar led the Kings of Gaul to Rome;
221 From Trophies nobly bought, and fetch'd from far,
222 From boldly finishing the Jest of War,
223 Your're welcome, Sir, behold th' approaching Throng
224 Of Three great Nations list'ning to my Song.
225 How has this wise pretending Age till now
226 Talkt big of Fighting, never yet knew how;
227 Our Soldiers tyr'd with strange Fateaguing Die,
228 And in the Ditch, not Bed of Honour Lie;
229 Starv'd with the Cold and Terror of the Night,
230 But never show'd the how or where to fight.
[Page 15]231 The weary Land the Trade of War resents,
232 For what the End designs the Means prevents.
233 The Miseries we to this Day endure
234 They caus'd that always have been paid to cure;
235 Plunder's their Battles, and the Pay's their End,
236 They shun their Enemy and rob their Friend:
237 Peace would such Soldiers Livelihood destroy,
238 And so indeed they'd for their Country die.
239 For Fighting's just the way to be undone,
240 And Conquest would conclude a War too soon.
241 Good Husbandry, as Wo—ly told us how,
242 Had made the Irish War ha' held till now;
243 But Fighting Ginkle struck the Stroke too soon,
244 And so the Nation's sav'd, and all the R—s undone.
245 But you instructed for your Country's Good,
246 The Cheats of War have all at once snbdued:
247 And they that thought the Field was but a Play,
248 Where all might cheat the Nation for their Pay;
[Page 16]249 With Lace and Feathers blustering a Campaign
250 To all the Nation but themselves in vain;
251 Grow rich upon the Plunder of our Lands,
252 And raise great Fortunes out of low Commands;
253 These found the Banter on themselves made good,
254 While you the proper End of War pursu'd.
255 Our Campaign Beaus no more shall mock the Field
256 And none take Arms but those that dare be kill'd;
257 The Powder'd Wig, the Snuff-Box and Perfume
258 Will court no more the Musquet and the Drum,
259 And Beaus go Rakes to War, come Bullies Home.
260 The very Words a different Accent bear,
261 Fighting must now be understood by War;
262 Battel and Death's synonimous in Name,
263 And Wounds and Blood will only purchase Fame;
264 Cowards must lay their bought Commissions down,
265 Their Camps the Pit, and their Campaign the Town;
[Page 17]266 There they may bully, swagger, and repeat
267 The mighty no Engagements they were at,
268 And fight the French in Tea and Chocolate.
269 But he that follows Marlbro' to the Field,
270 Must all his Fame on dangerous Merit build,
271 Must look for Blows, and fairly state his Case
272 Shame at his Back, and Death before his Face;
273 A General that can show him how to die,
274 And push him on to Conquer Victory.
275 Shame, Fear's Twin-Sister, makes a Coward brave,
276 He fights to lose the Life he dares not save;
277 Fear makes him bold because he dares not fly,
278 It wants more Heart to run away than die,
279 For who dare turn his Back when Marlbro's by.
280 The English Arms grown dull with Rust and Peace,
281 Tarnish'd with Luxury, and stain'd with Ease,
282 You have new pointed, Sir, with Hearts of Steel,
283 And France confesses what she can't conceal:
[Page 18]284 Our Honour clouded with Contempt and Time,
285 Sullied with long Disuse, and sunk in Crime;
286 Buried so deep allow the Muse to grieve,
287 William himself could not her Name retrieve;
288 Tho' thro' Ten Thousand different Dangers sought,
289 Tho' thro' Ten Thousand Victories he fought:
290 The trans-migrated Phantosme you obtain,
291 And in your Fame revive her once again:
292 Our Heroes Few, and long ago forgot,
293 The Breed extinct, behold the Barren Spot;
294 Stiril in Worth, and Poor in Sons of Fame,
295 Crime taints the best Record, and blasts the worthless Name.
296 William's the First, for Thirteen Ages past,
297 And Fate portends that Marlbro' will be Last:
298 How shall the Strength of Nature save the Breed,
299 Who shall to William's Fame and Yours succeed!
300 And now from all the Dangers of the Field,
301 Which Gods and Men with equal Joys beheld;
[Page 19]302 Which all our widowed Harps has newly strung,
303 Which Thousand Heroes fought a Thousand Poets sung.
304 To Britain's crowded Shores your Triumphs come,
305 And all the wond'ring Nation shouts you Home:
306 A Double Welcome you at once possess,
307 For Double Conquests crown you with Success:
308 With Double Joy we shout, and twice applaud
309 Councils at Home and Conquest from Abroad.
310 Interest in all our Praises will appear,
311 You're welcome, Sir, because you're wanted here;
312 We want you here to calm our wild Debates,
313 And ballance Parties as you ballance States;
314 To check Insulting Factions, and supply
315 Immoderate Heat with forc'd Humility;
316 Con—dators to Consolidate,
317 And Tack our T—ers to their own dear Fate;
318 To calm the Churches Sea, and keep it still,
319 And fix the Nation's Peace against her Will.
320 Thus when from fighting Armies, Sir, you come,
321 You must engage with Devils nearer Home.
322 Armies of Hell born Monsters must appease,
323 The Titans Heaven attack'd were Fools to these;
324 They Mountains threw, and Hills erect on Hills,
325 These Mountain Bi-s Consolidate to Bi-s;
326 The mighty Parallel agrees in Parts,
327 From Hell they fetch'd their Strength, as these their Arts
328 They Heavens high Power with borrow'd Power invade,
329 These Heaven's Vicegerent Queen assault by her own Aid;
330 Like them they fall, Heaven has decreed it so,
331 And you must ANN's Immortal Thunder throw.
332 See how th' embattel'd Troops of Strife appear,
333 Words are their missive Weapons, Noise the War;
334 With High-Church Zeal and Party Spirits fir'd,
335 With Hell's immortal Hate of Peace inspir'd,
336 A Pulpit War! whence should Sedition come?
337 Our Soldiers fight Abroad, our Priests at Home;
338 Arm'd with vast Helms of Contradicting Truth,
339 With Plumes of Incoherent Sence set forth;
340 Self inconsistent Reason puffs the Mind,
341 Bluster comes on before, and Distant Modesty behind.
342 See how the Black Brigades in Arms advance,
343 You'll see no such, Sir, when you conquer France;
344 Their Meaning's easy to be understood,
345 The Gown has often dipt the Slieves in Blood:
346 Would you their Sence of things, Sir, understand,
347 And know for what it is they embroil the Land;
348 Quite different Ends of War they all profess,
349 They fight for Plunder, Sir, and You for Peace:
350 Your nobler Hazards help the World t' enjoy,
351 You fight for Right, these meerly to destroy.
352 Pardon the Poet all your Wars are Jests,
353 You've fought with Men, you never fought with Priests.
[Page 22]354 Disdain not, Sir, the Instructions of our Verse,
355 Your Arts of War will not this Cloud disperse;
356 Priests, like the Female Sex, when they engage,
357 There's always something bloody in their Rage.
358 Thus Nature always in Extremes delights,
359 The greatest Falls are from the greatest Heights.
360 Angels sublime in Nature, and Divine,
361 Are therefore turn'd to Devils when they sin;
362 And Humane Sons of God are worse than they,
363 When once they can the Laws of Crime obey;
364 The high Seraphick Office qualifies,
365 And they're the wickeder because they're wise.
366 Expect no Quarter where the Tribe Commands,
367 They fight you with their Heads and not their Hands.
368 My Muse prophane no more the sacred Name,
369 Jesus are these thy Sons!
370 The Church the horrid Ravishers disowns,
371 And loud beneath the Weight of Party's Groans.
372 These are the strong Bandity of the Gown,
373 Who preach for God's Sake, plunder for their own.
374 Our State Divines that push the Party Cause,
375 And swear and pray for Persecution Laws,
376 Own 'tis against their Doctrine and their Sense;
377 But freely grant they'd be at that Expence,
378 Would sell the Church, the Nation, and the Queen,
379 While all our mod'rate Clergy strive with them in vain.
380 With mighty Arms thus they invade our Peace,
381 In vain the Queen entreats their calm Recess:
382 Tells them if she should grant the wild Desire,
383 And pass the Publick Mischief they require,
384 They'd grasp but Air, an empty fruitless Name,
385 And be the first would perish in their own Flame.
386 In vain the united Peers reject the Bill,
387 Men seldom quit the Hopes of doing ill,
388 They're doubly damn'd that can despair of Hell.
389 Th' unhappy Wretches bent to push their Fate,
390 And born to find their own Mistakes too late,
391 Only adjourn the Mischiefs they design'd,
392 Pleas'd with the Hopes of Greater yet behind
393 So far from Peace, Peace ne'er was their Design,
394 They can for no Repulse the Feud decline;
395 Their weighty Clamours all the Nation fill,
396 And Damn the Lords because they dam'd the Bill;
397 Whole Troops of Satyrs in their Front advance,
398 Their Houshold Bands more fierce than those of France.
399 Our Poet trembles when their Troops appear,
400 But You, Sir, never have been us'd to fear.
401 There fam'd Sachevrel leads the Vast Forlorn,
402 By him the Party's Bloody Standard's born;
403 Abandon'd both by Modesty and Sence,
404 And Manners left him as the Consequence:
405 Scolding's his Native Talent, and to Rail
406 Serves him for Arguments when Reasons fail;
[Page 25]407 With College Licence and Assize Applause,
408 He damns the Queen, the Bishops, and the Laws;
409 Nor spares the Church her self, but gives the Lie
410 To all her Doctrine and Authority;
411 High Church Buffoon, the Oxford's stated Jest,
412 A Noisy, Sawcy, Swearing, Drunken Priest.
413 L—y a Turncoat with extended Throat
414 Has chang'd his Cassock for a Campaign Coat:
415 Stript of his Shepherd's Cloathing he appears
416 The very Wolf he dress'd in Asses Ears;
417 His Ecclesiastick Dignity lays down,
418 And hates the Pulpit for he hates the Crown;
419 The Revolution damns, affronts the Queen,
420 His Sword the Gown supplies, the Text his Pen
421 He's now a Priest incog— with Sword and Wig,
422 And swears to let you know he hates a Whig;
423 His strong Non jurant Squadrons brings along,
424 Below Lampoon too rakish for our Song;
[Page 26]425 He damns the Church for Schismaticks because
426 They alter'd their Allegiance by the Laws;
427 Declares the Church of England's only there
428 Where strong Aversions to the Regency appear;
429 Unchurches all our Clergy at a Blow,
430 And votes the Bishops useless —
431 This mighty Captain Rake deserves your Care,
432 His pointed Darts in High-Church Front appear
433 Ready to charge the Loyal Troops you bring,
434 With Mock-Religion and a Pageant King.
435 M—n, a starving Mercenary Priest,
436 A Jobbing, Hackney, Vicious Pulpit Jest,
437 From Ostia and from Belgia lately fled,
438 And took the Oaths for very want of Bread;
439 Immoral Life, and an immodest Tongue
440 And dealt in Rhime, and Wit, and Baudy-Song.
[Page 27]441 The needy Prelate, at whose bounteous Gate
442 He lay expecting and importunate,
443 Bought his wish'd Absence with a Teaching Cure
444 To make just Room for D—s about his Door;
445 'Till from the clam'rous Claimers forc'd to fly,
446 His Justice gave his Charity the L—
447 May they from Creditors be never free
448 That nourish Sacred Drones in Charity;
449 Whose mighty Alms by mighty Debts are known,
450 And lend to God what never was their own;
451 Give borrow'd Sums, and borrow'd Sermons preach,
452 And rob the Poor to help relieve the Rich.
453 These are the Generals of the mighty Band,
454 The Tallards and Marsins of high Command;
455 Mean as they are they lead the wond'rous Host
456 Of Priest-rid Worthies who some Brains have lost,
457 With Packingtonian Fury hurried on,
458 Whose Zeal must for their Ignorance attone;
[Page 28]459 Who hunt deep Contraries with eager Pain,
460 Pull down the Church to build it up again:
461 For how can high non jurant L— rail,
462 When strong Consolidating Projects fail:
463 How can they all their wav'ring Logick fix,
464 And prove we should Conform to Schismaticks.
465 For if the Church, as Learned Men have said,
466 Is parted from her only lawful Head,
467 And the weak few, their Duty who retain,
468 Are all the real Church that can remain,
469 The Devil must this double Knot untie,
470 And explicate the wilder Mystery,
471 How the Dissenters can be charg'd by both,
472 Two Contraries agree, and neither of them Truth;
473 Damn the whole Party's Nonconformity,
474 And yet would damn them too if they comply.
475 Coercive Powers provoke, and strive by Force
476 To Re-reform us all from bad to worse;
[Page 29]477 Force us with one Schismatick Church to joyn,
478 And at one Breath unchurch us all again.
479 Let B—ly blush, if not forsook by Grace,
480 And let his Sence assume his lost Religions Place;
481 Let him confess the throwing out the B—,
482 Cannot two Clashing Churches Wish fulfil:
483 That These must first abandon Common Sence,
484 Forsake their Cause, and quit their own Defence,
485 When they Occasional Oppressions seek,
486 And cure the Schism by the Schismatick.
487 Assist, Great Sir, your Suppliant Country's Peace,
488 And screen the Church from wild Absurdities;
489 Aid her more moderate Clergy to defend,
490 Temper the Means, and Peace the mighty End;
491 The Universal Voice of Truth and Law
492 That made to drive when this should fail to draw;
[Page 30]493 Joyn to engage you in the just Defence,
494 Of Temper, Moderation, Right and Sence,
495 And of the Nation's Peace by Consequence.
496 On this the mighty Publick Weal depends,
497 Conquest the Nation from her Foes defends,
498 Compleat it, Sir, and save us from our Friends.
499 Thus, Sir, the Nation's Guardian you'll appear,
500 Abroad suppress, at Home prevent the War;
501 Anticipate our Factions in their Growth,
502 And smother Feud beneath the Arms of Truth;
503 And this Your Double Vict'ry will create,
504 You'll heal Religion and preserve the State.
505 Whenever Heaven shall thus at once encline
506 One Agent two such vast Events to join,
507 The Nations must concur, the General Voice
508 Will bless the Man to crown the sacred Choice
FINIS.
Source edition
Defoe, Daniel, 1661?-1731. The double welcome. A poem to the Duke of Marlbro'. London: printed, and sold by B. Bragg, 1705, pp. 1-30. [2],30p.; 4⁰. (ESTC T66300; Foxon D95; OTA K056945.000)
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