TO Her MAJESTY. Isaac Watts Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T82397 K067329.000 Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748. Horæ lyricæ: Poems, chiefly of the lyric kind. In two books. ... By I. Watts. London Printed by S. and D. Bridge, for John Lawrence at the Sign of the Angel in the Poultrey. MDCCVI. 1706 pp. 113-116. [20],267,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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TO Her MAJESTY . QUEEN of the Northern World , whose gentle Sway Invites our Love , and binds our Hearts t' Obey : Forgive the Nation's Groan when William dy'd ; Lo , at thy Feet in all the Loyal Pride Of rising Joy Three Happy Realms appear , And William's Urn almost without a Tear Stands ; nor Complains : While from thy Gracious Tongue Peace flows in Silver Streams amidst the Throng . Amazing Balm , that on those Lips was found To heal the Twinges of that Mortal Wound , The Danger , and the Scar ! Far-distant Lands Whose Lives lay trusted in Nassovian Hands Transfer their Souls , and live ; secure they Play In thy Mild Rays , and feel a growing Day . Thy beamy Wing at once defends and warms Fainting Devotion ; whilst in various Forms Fair Piety shines thro' the Brittish Isles : Here at thy Side , and in thy kindest Smiles Blazing in Ornamental Gold she stands , To Bless thy Councils , and Assist thy Hands , And Crowds wait round her to receive Commands . There at a Humble distance from the Throne Beauteous She lies ; Her Lustre all her own , Ungarnish'd ; yet not blushing , nor afraid , Nor knows Suspicion , nor affects the Shade . In Words of Solemn Form , or with a freer Cry Warm as our Zeal for Thee , We Both address the Sky , Vow for thy Safety Both , and live beneath thine Eye . PRINCESS , the World already owns thy Name ; Go , mount the Chariot of Immortal Fame , Nor Die to be Renown'd : Fames loudest Breath Too dear is purchas'd by an Angels Death . The Thunder of thy Hand with general Joy Shall crush Rebellion and the Rival Boy : Thy Sounding Arms his Gallick Patron hears , And speeds his Flight ; nor overtakes his Fears Till hard Despair wring from the Tyrant's Soul The Iron Tears out . Let thy Frown controul Our Angry Jarrs at Home , till Wrath submit Her Bloody Banners to thine Awful Feet . Mad Zeal and Frenzy with their Murtherous Train Flee these Blest Realms in thine Auspicious Reign , Envy expire in Rage , and Treason bite the Chain . Let no black Scenes affright the Brittish Stage , Thy Thread of Life prolong our Golden Age , Long bless the Earth : Then rise and shine on high The fairest Glory of the Western Sky ; There check the Rays of each Malignant Star , Heal the dire Pestilence , forbid the War , Warm the chill North , Sooth the two Rugged Bears , And stretch thy Peaceful Influence to the Southern Spheres .