Presented
to
the
KING
,
AT
HIS
ARRIVAL
in
HOLLAND
,
AFTER
THE
Discovery
of
the
Conspiracy
1696.
Serus
in
coelum
redeas
;
diuque
Lætus
intersis
populo
Quirini
:
Neve
Te
nostris
vitiis
iniquum
Ocyor
aura
Tollat
—
Hor.
ad
Augustum
.
Ye
careful
Angels
,
whom
eternal
Fate
Ordains
,
on
Earth
and
human
Acts
to
wait
;
Who
turn
with
secret
Pow'r
this
restless
Ball
,
And
bid
predestin'd
Empires
rise
and
fall
:
Your
sacred
Aid
religious
Monarchs
own
;
When
first
They
merit
,
then
ascend
the
Throne
:
But
Tyrants
dread
Ye
,
lest
your
just
Decree
Transfer
the
Pow'r
,
and
set
the
People
free
:
See
rescu'd
Britain
at
your
Altars
bow
:
And
hear
her
Hymns
your
happy
Care
avow
:
That
still
her
Axes
and
her
Rods
support
The
Judge's
Frown
,
and
grace
the
awful
Court
:
That
Law
with
all
her
pompous
Terror
stands
,
To
wrest
the
Dagger
from
the
Traitor's
Hands
;
And
rigid
Justice
reads
the
fatal
Word
;
Poises
the
Ballance
first
,
then
draws
the
Sword
.
Britain
Her
Safety
to
your
Guidance
owns
,
That
She
can
sep'rate
Parricides
from
Sons
;
That
,
impious
Rage
disarm'd
,
She
lives
and
Reigns
,
Her
Freedom
kept
by
Him
,
who
broke
Her
Chains
.
And
Thou
,
great
Minister
,
above
the
rest
Of
Guardian
Spirits
,
be
Thou
for
ever
blest
:
Thou
,
who
of
old
wert
sent
to
Israel's
Court
,
With
secret
Aid
great
David's
strong
Support
;
To
mock
the
frantick
Rage
of
cruel
Saul
;
And
strike
the
useless
Jav'lin
to
the
Wall
.
Thy
later
Care
o'er
William's
Temples
held
,
On
Boyn's
propitious
Banks
,
the
heav'nly
Shield
;
When
Pow'r
Divine
did
Sov'reign
Right
declare
;
And
Cannons
mark'd
,
Whom
They
were
bid
to
spare
.
Still
,
blessed
Angel
,
be
thy
Care
the
same
;
Be
William's
Life
untouch'd
,
as
is
his
Fame
:
Let
Him
own
Thine
,
as
Britain
owns
His
Hand
:
Save
Thou
the
King
,
as
He
has
sav'd
the
Land
.
We
Angels
Forms
in
pious
Monarchs
view
:
We
reverence
William
;
for
He
acts
like
You
;
Like
You
,
Commission'd
to
chastize
and
bless
,
He
must
avenge
the
World
,
and
give
it
Peace
.
Indulgent
Fate
our
potent
Pray'r
receives
;
And
still
Britannia
smiles
,
and
William
lives
:
The
Hero
dear
to
Earth
,
by
Heav'n
belov'd
,
By
Troubles
must
be
vex'd
,
by
Dangers
prov'd
:
His
Foes
must
aid
to
make
his
Fame
compleat
,
And
fix
his
Throne
secure
on
their
Defeat
.
So
,
tho'
with
sudden
Rage
the
Tempest
comes
;
Tho'
the
Winds
roar
;
and
tho'
the
Water
foams
;
Imperial
Britain
on
the
Sea
looks
down
,
And
smiling
sees
her
Rebel
Subject
frown
:
Striking
her
Cliff
the
Storm
confirms
her
Pow'r
:
The
Waves
but
whiten
her
Triumphant
Shore
:
In
vain
They
wou'd
advance
,
in
vain
retreat
:
Broken
They
dash
,
and
perish
at
her
Feet
.
For
William
still
new
Wonders
shall
be
shown
:
The
Pow'rs
that
rescu'd
,
shall
preserve
the
Throne
.
Safe
on
his
Darling
Britain's
joyful
Sea
,
Behold
,
the
Monarch
plows
his
liquid
Way
:
His
Fleets
in
Thunder
thro'
the
World
declare
,
Whose
Empire
they
obey
,
whose
Arms
they
bear
.
Bless'd
by
aspiring
Winds
He
finds
the
Strand
Blacken'd
with
Crowds
;
He
sees
the
Nations
stand
Blessing
his
Safety
,
proud
of
his
Command
.
In
various
Tongues
He
hears
the
Captains
dwell
On
their
great
Leader's
Praise
:
by
Turns
They
tell
,
And
listen
,
each
with
emulous
Glory
fir'd
,
How
William
conquer'd
,
and
how
France
retir'd
;
How
Belgia
freed
the
Hero's
Arm
confess'd
,
But
trembl'd
for
the
Courage
which
She
blest
.
O
Louis
,
from
this
great
Example
know
,
To
be
at
once
a
Hero
,
and
a
Foe
:
By
sounding
Trumpets
,
Hear
,
and
ratl'ing
Drums
,
When
William
to
the
open
Vengeance
comes
:
And
See
the
Soldier
plead
the
Monarch's
Right
,
Heading
His
Troops
,
and
Foremost
in
the
Fight
.
Hence
then
,
close
Ambush
and
perfidious
War
,
Down
to
your
Native
Seats
of
Night
repair
.
And
Thou
,
Bellona
,
weep
thy
cruel
Pride
Restrain'd
,
behind
the
Victor's
Chariot
ty'd
In
brazen
Knots
,
and
everlasting
Chains
.
(
So
Europe's
Peace
,
so
William's
Fate
ordains
.
)
While
on
the
Iv'ry
Chair
,
in
happy
State
He
sits
,
Secure
in
Innocence
,
and
Great
In
regal
Clemency
;
and
views
beneath
Averted
Darts
of
Rage
,
and
pointless
Arms
of
Death
.