CARMEN
SECULARE
,
For
the
Year
1700.
TO
THE
KING
.
Aspice
,
venturo
lætentur
ut
Omnia
Sæc'lo
:
O
mihi
tam
longæ
maneat
pars
ultima
vitæ
,
Spiritus
&
quantum
sat
erit
tua
dicere
facta
!
Virg.
Eclog.
4.
I.
Thy
elder
Look
,
Great
Janus
,
cast
Into
the
long
Records
of
Ages
past
:
Review
the
Years
in
fairest
Action
drest
With
noted
White
,
Superior
to
the
rest
;
Æra's
deriv'd
,
and
Chronicles
begun
From
Empires
founded
,
and
from
Battels
won
:
Show
all
the
Spoils
by
valiant
Kings
achiev'd
,
And
groaning
Nations
by
Their
Arms
reliev'd
;
The
Wounds
of
Patriots
in
their
Country's
Cause
,
And
happy
Pow'r
sustain'd
by
wholesom
Laws
:
In
comely
Rank
call
ev'ry
Merit
forth
:
Imprint
on
ev'ry
Act
it's
Standard
Worth
:
The
glorious
Parallels
then
downward
bring
To
Modern
Wonders
,
and
to
Britain's
King
:
With
equal
Justice
and
Historic
Care
Their
Laws
,
Their
Toils
,
Their
Arms
with
His
compare
:
Confess
the
various
Attributes
of
Fame
Collected
and
compleat
in
William's
Name
:
To
all
the
list'ning
World
relate
(
As
Thou
dost
His
Story
read
)
That
nothing
went
before
so
Great
,
And
nothing
Greater
can
succeed
.
II
.
Thy
Native
Latium
was
Thy
darling
Care
,
Prudent
in
Peace
,
and
terrible
in
War
:
The
boldest
Virtues
that
have
govern'd
Earth
From
Latium's
fruitful
Womb
derive
their
Birth
.
Then
turn
to
Her
fair-written
Page
:
From
dawning
Childhood
to
establish'd
Age
,
The
Glories
of
Her
Empire
trace
:
Confront
the
Heroes
of
Thy
Roman
Race
:
And
let
the
justest
Palm
the
Victor's
Temples
grace
.
III
.
The
Son
of
Mars
reduc'd
the
trembling
Swains
,
And
spread
His
Empire
o'er
the
distant
Plains
:
But
yet
the
Sabins
violated
Charms
Obscur'd
the
Glory
of
His
rising
Arms
.
Numa
the
Rights
of
strict
Religion
knew
;
On
ev'ry
Altar
laid
the
Incense
due
;
Unskill'd
to
dart
the
pointed
Spear
,
Or
lead
the
forward
Youth
to
noble
War
.
Stern
Brutus
was
with
too
much
Horror
good
,
Holding
his
Fasces
stain'd
with
Filial
Blood
.
Fabius
was
Wise
,
but
with
Excess
of
Care
;
He
sav'd
his
Country
;
but
prolonged
the
War
:
While
Decius
,
Paulus
,
Curius
greatly
fought
;
And
by
Their
strict
Examples
taught
,
How
wild
Desires
should
be
controll'd
;
And
how
much
brighter
Virtue
was
,
than
Gold
;
They
scarce
Their
swelling
Thirst
of
Fame
could
hide
;
And
boasted
Poverty
with
too
much
Pride
.
Excess
in
Youth
made
Scipio
less
rever'd
:
And
Cato
dying
seem'd
to
own
,
He
fear'd
.
Julius
with
Honor
tam'd
Rome's
foreign
Foes
:
But
Patriots
fell
,
e'er
the
Dictator
rose
.
And
while
with
Clemency
Augustus
reign'd
;
The
Monarch
was
ador'd
;
the
City
chain'd
.
IV
.
With
justest
Honour
be
Their
Merits
drest
:
But
be
Their
Failings
too
confest
:
Their
Virtue
,
like
their
Tyber's
Flood
Rolling
,
it's
Course
design'd
the
Country's
Good
:
But
oft
the
Torrent's
too
impetuous
Speed
From
the
low
Earth
tore
some
polluting
Weed
:
And
with
the
Blood
of
Jove
there
always
ran
Some
viler
Part
,
some
Tincture
of
the
Man
.
V.
Few
Virtues
after
These
so
far
prevail
,
But
that
Their
Vices
more
than
turn
the
Scale
:
Valour
grown
wild
by
Pride
,
and
Pow'r
by
Rage
,
Did
the
true
Charms
of
Majesty
impair
:
Rome
by
Degrees
advancing
more
in
Age
,
Show'd
sad
Remains
of
what
had
once
been
fair
;
'Till
Heav'n
a
better
Race
of
Men
supplies
;
And
Glory
shoots
new
Beams
from
Western
Skies
.
VI
.
Turn
then
to
Pharamond
,
and
Charlemain
,
And
the
long
Heroes
of
the
Gallic
Strain
;
Experienc'd
Chiefs
,
for
hardy
Prowess
known
,
And
bloody
Wreaths
in
vent'rous
Battels
won
.
From
the
First
William
,
our
great
Norman
King
,
The
bold
Plantagenets
,
and
Tudors
bring
;
Illustrious
Virtues
,
who
by
turns
have
rose
,
In
foreign
Fields
to
check
Britannia's
Foes
;
With
happy
Laws
Her
Empire
to
sustain
,
And
with
full
Pow'r
assert
Her
ambient
Main
:
But
sometimes
too
Industrious
to
be
Great
,
Nor
Patient
to
expect
the
Turns
of
Fate
,
They
open'd
Camps
deform'd
by
Civil
Fight
,
And
made
proud
Conquest
trample
over
Right
:
Disparted
Britain
mourn'd
Their
doubtful
Sway
,
And
dreaded
Both
,
when
Neither
would
obey
.
VII
.
From
Didier
,
and
Imperial
Adolph
trace
The
Glorious
Offspring
of
the
Nassaw
Race
,
Devoted
Lives
to
Publick
Liberty
;
The
Chief
still
dying
,
or
the
Country
free
.
Then
see
the
Kindred
Blood
of
Orange
flow
,
From
warlike
Cornet
,
thro'
the
Loins
of
Beau
;
Thro'
Chalon
next
;
and
there
with
Nassaw
join
,
From
Rhone's
fair
Banks
transplanted
to
the
Rhine
.
Bring
next
the
Royal
List
of
Stuarts
forth
,
Undaunted
Minds
,
that
rul'd
the
rugged
North
;
'Till
Heav'n's
Decrees
by
rip'ning
Times
are
shown
;
'Till
Scotland's
Kings
ascend
the
English
Throne
;
And
the
fair
Rivals
live
for
ever
One
.
VIII
.
Janus
,
mighty
Deity
,
Be
kind
;
and
as
Thy
searching
Eye
Does
our
Modern
Story
trace
,
Finding
some
of
Stuart's
Race
Unhappy
,
pass
Their
Annals
by
:
No
harsh
Reflection
let
Remembrance
raise
:
Forbear
to
mention
,
what
Thou
canst
not
praise
:
But
as
Thou
dwell'st
upon
that
Heav'nly
MARY
.
Name
,
To
Grief
for
ever
Sacred
,
as
to
Fame
,
Oh
!
read
it
to
Thy
self
;
in
Silence
weep
;
And
Thy
convulsive
Sorrows
inward
keep
;
Lest
Britain's
Grief
should
waken
at
the
Sound
;
And
Blood
gush
fresh
from
Her
eternal
Wound
.
IX
.
Whither
would'st
Thou
further
look
?
Read
William's
Acts
,
and
close
the
ample
Book
:
Peruse
the
Wonders
of
His
dawning
Life
;
How
,
like
Alcides
,
He
began
;
With
Infant
Patience
calm'd
Seditious
Strife
,
And
quell'd
the
Snakes
which
round
his
Cradle
ran
.
X.
Describe
His
Youth
,
attentive
to
Alarms
,
By
Dangers
form'd
,
and
perfected
in
Arms
:
When
Conqu'ring
,
mild
;
when
Conquer'd
,
not
disgrac'd
;
By
Wrongs
not
lessen'd
,
nor
by
Triumphs
rais'd
:
Superior
to
the
blind
Events
Of
little
Human
Accidents
;
And
constant
to
His
first
Decree
,
To
curb
the
Proud
,
to
set
the
Injur'd
free
;
To
bow
the
haughty
Neck
,
and
raise
the
suppliant
Knee
.
XI
.
His
opening
Years
to
riper
Manhood
bring
;
And
see
the
Hero
perfect
in
the
King
:
Imperious
Arms
by
Manly
Reason
sway'd
,
And
Power
Supreme
by
free
Consent
obey'd
:
With
how
much
Haste
His
Mercy
meets
his
Foes
:
And
how
unbounded
His
Forgiveness
flows
:
With
what
Desire
He
makes
His
Subjects
bless'd
,
His
Favours
granted
ere
His
Throne
address'd
:
What
Trophies
o'er
our
captiv'd
Hearts
He
rears
,
By
Arts
of
Peace
more
potent
,
than
by
Wars
:
How
o'er
Himself
,
as
o'er
the
World
,
He
Reigns
,
His
Morals
strength'ning
,
what
His
Law
ordains
.
XII
.
Thro'
all
His
Thread
of
Life
already
spun
,
Becoming
Grace
and
proper
Action
run
:
The
Piece
by
Virtue's
equal
Hand
is
wrought
,
Mix'd
with
no
Crime
,
and
shaded
with
no
Fault
:
No
Footsteps
of
the
Victor's
Rage
Left
in
the
Camp
,
where
William
did
engage
:
No
Tincture
of
the
Monarch's
Pride
Upon
the
Royal
Purple
spy'd
:
His
Fame
,
like
Gold
,
the
more
'tis
try'd
,
The
more
shall
its
intrinsic
Worth
proclaim
;
Shall
pass
the
Combat
of
the
searching
Flame
,
And
triumph
o'er
the
vanquish'd
Heat
,
For
ever
coming
out
the
same
,
And
losing
nor
it's
Lustre
,
nor
it's
Weight
.
XIII
.
Janus
be
to
William
just
;
To
faithful
History
His
Actions
trust
:
Command
Her
,
with
peculiar
Care
To
trace
each
Toil
,
and
comment
ev'ry
War
:
His
saving
Wonders
bid
Her
write
In
Characters
distinctly
bright
;
That
each
revolving
Age
may
read
The
Patriot's
Piety
,
the
Hero's
Deed
:
And
still
the
Sire
inculcate
to
his
Son
Transmissive
Lessons
of
the
King's
Renown
:
That
William's
Glory
still
may
live
;
When
all
that
present
Art
can
give
,
The
Pillar'd
Marble
,
and
the
Tablet
Brass
,
Mould'ring
,
drop
the
Victor's
Praise
:
When
the
great
Monuments
of
His
Pow'r
Shall
now
be
visible
no
more
:
When
Sambre
shall
have
chang'd
her
winding
Flood
;
And
Children
ask
,
where
Namur
stood
.
XIV
.
Namur
,
proud
City
,
how
her
Towr's
were
arm'd
!
How
She
contemn'd
th'approaching
Foe
!
'Till
She
by
William's
Trumpets
was
allarm'd
,
And
shook
,
and
sunk
,
and
fell
beneath
His
Blow
.
Jove
and
Pallas
,
mighty
Pow'rs
,
Guided
the
Hero
to
the
hostile
Tow'rs
.
Perseus
seem'd
less
swift
in
War
,
When
,
wing'd
with
Speed
,
he
flew
thro'
Air
.
Embattl'd
Nations
strive
in
vain
The
Hero's
Glory
to
restrain
:
Streams
arm'd
with
Rocks
,
and
Mountains
red
with
Fire
In
vain
against
His
Force
conspire
.
Behold
Him
from
the
dreadful
Height
appear
!
And
lo
!
Britannia's
Lions
waving
there
.
XV.
Europe
freed
,
and
France
repell'd
The
Hero
from
the
Height
beheld
:
He
spake
the
Word
,
that
War
and
Rage
should
cease
:
He
bid
the
Maese
and
Rhine
in
Safety
flow
;
And
dictated
a
lasting
Peace
To
the
rejoicing
World
below
:
To
rescu'd
States
,
and
vindicated
Crowns
His
Equal
Hand
prescrib'd
their
ancient
Bounds
;
Ordain'd
whom
ev'ry
Province
should
obey
;
How
far
each
Monarch
should
extend
His
Sway
:
Taught
'em
how
Clemency
made
Pow'r
rever'd
;
And
that
the
Prince
Belov'd
was
truly
Fear'd
.
Firm
by
His
Side
unspotted
Honour
stood
,
Pleas'd
to
confess
Him
not
so
Great
as
Good
:
His
Head
with
brighter
Beams
fair
Virtue
deck't
,
Than
Those
which
all
His
num'rous
Crowns
reflect
:
Establish'd
Freedom
clap'd
her
joyful
Wings
;
Proclaim'd
the
First
of
Men
,
and
Best
of
Kings
.
XVI
.
Whither
would
the
Muse
aspire
With
Pindar's
Rage
without
his
Fire
?
Pardon
me
,
Janus
,
'twas
a
Fault
,
Created
by
too
great
a
Thought
:
Mindless
of
the
God
and
Day
,
I
from
thy
Altars
,
Janus
,
stray
,
From
Thee
,
and
from
My
self
born
far
away
.
The
fiery
Pegasus
disdains
To
mind
the
Rider's
Voice
,
or
hear
the
Reins
:
When
glorious
Fields
and
opening
Camps
He
views
;
He
runs
with
an
unbounded
Loose
:
Hardly
the
Muse
can
sit
the
headstrong
Horse
:
Nor
would
She
,
if
She
could
,
check
his
impetuous
Force
:
With
the
glad
Noise
the
Cliffs
and
Vallies
ring
;
While
She
thro'
Earth
and
Air
pursues
the
King
.
XVII
.
She
now
beholds
Him
on
the
Belgic
Shoar
;
Whilst
Britain's
Tears
His
ready
Help
implore
,
Dissembling
for
Her
sake
his
rising
Cares
,
And
with
wise
Silence
pond'ring
vengeful
Wars
.
She
thro'
the
raging
Ocean
now
Views
Him
advancing
his
auspicious
Prow
;
Combating
adverse
Winds
and
Winter
Seas
,
Sighing
the
Moments
that
defer
Our
Ease
;
Daring
to
wield
the
Scepter's
dang'rous
Weight
,
And
taking
the
Command
,
to
save
the
State
:
Tho'
e'er
the
doubtful
Gift
can
be
secur'd
,
New
Wars
must
be
sustain'd
,
new
Wounds
endur'd
.
XVIII
.
Thro'
rough
Ierne's
Camp
She
sounds
Alarms
,
And
Kingdoms
yet
to
be
redeem'd
by
Arms
;
In
the
dank
Marshes
finds
her
glorious
Theme
;
And
plunges
after
Him
thro'
Boyn's
fierce
Stream
.
She
bids
the
Nereids
run
with
trembling
Haste
,
To
tell
old
Ocean
how
the
Hero
past
.
The
God
rebukes
their
Fear
,
and
owns
the
Praise
Worthy
that
Arm
,
Whose
Empire
He
obeys
.
XIX
.
Back
to
His
Albion
She
delights
to
bring
The
humblest
Victor
,
and
the
kindest
King
.
Albion
,
with
open
Triumph
would
receive
Her
Hero
,
nor
obtains
His
Leave
:
Firm
He
rejects
the
Altars
She
would
raise
;
And
thanks
the
Zeal
,
while
He
declines
the
Praise
.
Again
She
follows
Him
thro'
Belgia's
Land
,
And
Countries
often
sav'd
by
William's
Hand
;
Hears
joyful
Nations
bless
those
happy
Toils
,
Which
freed
the
People
,
but
return'd
the
Spoils
.
In
various
Views
She
tries
her
constant
Theme
;
Finds
Him
in
Councils
,
and
in
Arms
the
Same
:
When
certain
to
o'ercome
,
inclin'd
to
save
,
Tardy
to
Vengeance
,
and
with
Mercy
,
Brave
.
XX
.
Sudden
another
Scene
employs
her
Sight
:
She
sets
her
Hero
in
another
Light
:
Paints
His
great
Mind
Superior
to
Success
,
Declining
Conquest
,
to
establish
Peace
:
She
brings
Astrea
down
to
Earth
again
,
And
Quiet
,
brooding
o'er
His
future
Reign
.
XXI
.
Then
with
unweary'd
Wing
the
Goddess
soars
East
,
over
Danube
and
Propontis
Shoars
;
Where
jarring
Empires
ready
to
engage
,
Retard
their
Armies
,
and
suspend
their
Rage
;
'Till
William's
Word
,
like
That
of
Fate
,
declares
,
If
They
shall
study
Peace
,
or
lengthen
Wars
.
How
sacred
His
Renown
for
equal
Laws
,
To
whom
the
World
defers
it's
Common
Cause
!
How
fair
His
Friendships
,
and
His
Leagues
how
just
,
Whom
ev'ry
Nation
courts
,
Whom
all
Religions
trust
!
XXII
.
From
the
Mæotis
to
the
Northern
Sea
,
The
Goddess
wings
her
desp'rate
Way
;
Sees
the
young
Muscovite
,
the
mighty
Head
,
Whose
Sov'reign
Terror
forty
Nations
dread
,
Inamour'd
with
a
greater
Monarch's
Praise
,
And
passing
half
the
Earth
to
His
Embrace
:
She
in
His
Rule
beholds
His
Volga's
Force
,
O'er
Precipices
,
with
impetuous
Sway
Breaking
,
and
as
He
rowls
his
rapid
Course
,
Drowning
,
or
bearing
down
,
whatever
meets
his
Way
.
But
her
own
King
She
likens
to
His
Thames
,
With
gentle
Course
devolving
fruitful
Streams
:
Serene
yet
Strong
,
Majestic
yet
Sedate
,
Swift
without
Violence
,
without
Terror
Great
.
Each
ardent
Nymph
the
rising
Current
craves
:
Each
Shepherd's
Pray'r
retards
the
parting
Waves
:
The
Vales
along
the
Bank
their
Sweets
disclose
:
Fresh
Flow'rs
for
ever
rise
:
and
fruitful
Harvest
grows
.
XXIII
.
Yet
whither
would
th'advent'rous
Goddess
go
?
Sees
She
not
Clouds
,
and
Earth
,
and
Main
below
?
Minds
She
the
Dangers
of
the
Lycian
Coast
,
And
Fields
,
where
mad
Belerophon
was
lost
?
Or
is
Her
tow'ring
Flight
reclaim'd
By
Seas
from
Icarus's
Downfall
nam'd
?
Vain
is
the
Call
,
and
useless
the
Advice
:
To
wise
Perswasion
Deaf
,
and
human
Cries
,
Yet
upward
She
incessant
flies
;
Resolv'd
to
reach
the
high
Empyrean
Sphere
,
And
tell
Great
Jove
,
She
sings
His
Image
here
;
To
ask
for
William
an
Olympic
Crown
,
To
Chromius'
Strength
,
and
Theron's
Speed
unknown
:
Till
lost
in
trackless
Fields
of
shining
Day
,
Unable
to
discern
the
Way
Which
Nassaw's
Virtue
only
could
explore
,
Untouch'd
,
unknown
,
to
any
Muse
before
,
She
,
from
the
noble
Precipices
thrown
,
Comes
rushing
with
uncommon
Ruin
down
.
Glorious
Attempt
!
Unhappy
Fate
!
The
Song
too
daring
,
and
the
Theme
too
great
!
Yet
rather
thus
She
wills
to
die
,
Than
in
continu'd
Annals
live
,
to
sing
A
second
Heroe
,
or
a
vulgar
King
;
And
with
ignoble
Safety
fly
In
sight
of
Earth
,
along
a
middle
Sky
.
XXIV
.
To
Janus'
Altars
,
and
the
numerous
Throng
,
That
round
his
mystic
Temple
press
,
For
William's
Life
,
and
Albion's
Peace
,
Ambitious
Muse
reduce
the
roving
Song
.
Janus
,
cast
Thy
forward
Eye
Future
,
into
great
Rhea's
pregnant
Womb
;
Where
young
Ideas
brooding
lye
,
And
tender
Images
of
Things
to
come
:
'Till
by
Thy
high
Commands
releas'd
;
'Till
by
Thy
Hand
in
proper
Atoms
dress'd
,
In
decent
Order
They
advance
to
Light
;
Yet
then
too
swiftly
fleet
by
human
Sight
;
And
meditate
too
soon
their
everlasting
Flight
.
XXV
.
Nor
Beaks
of
Ships
in
Naval
Triumph
born
,
Nor
Standards
from
the
hostile
Ramparts
torn
,
Nor
Trophies
brought
from
Battles
won
,
Nor
Oaken
Wreath
,
nor
Mural
Crown
Can
any
future
Honours
give
To
the
Victorious
Monarch's
Name
:
The
Plenitude
of
William's
Fame
Can
no
accumulated
Stores
receive
.
Shut
then
,
auspicious
God
,
Thy
Sacred
Gate
,
And
make
Us
Happy
,
as
our
King
is
Great
.
Be
kind
,
and
with
a
milder
Hand
,
Closing
the
Volume
of
the
finish'd
Age
,
(
Tho'
Noble
,
'twas
an
Iron
Page
)
A
more
delightful
Leaf
expand
,
Free
from
Alarms
,
and
fierce
Bellona's
Rage
:
Bid
the
great
Months
begin
their
joyful
Round
,
By
Flora
some
,
and
some
by
Ceres
Crown'd
:
Teach
the
glad
Hours
to
scatter
,
as
they
fly
,
Soft
Quiet
,
gentle
Love
,
and
endless
Joy
:
Lead
forth
the
Years
for
Peace
and
Plenty
fam'd
,
From
Saturn's
Rule
,
and
better
Metal
nam'd
.
XXVI
.
Secure
by
William's
Care
let
Britain
stand
;
Nor
dread
the
bold
Invader's
Hand
:
From
adverse
Shoars
in
Safety
let
Her
hear
Foreign
Calamity
,
and
distant
War
;
Of
which
let
Her
,
great
Heav'n
,
no
Portion
bear
.
Betwixt
the
Nations
let
Her
hold
the
Scale
;
And
as
She
wills
,
let
either
Part
prevail
:
Let
her
glad
Vallies
smile
with
wavy
Corn
:
Let
fleecy
Flocks
her
rising
Hills
adorn
:
Around
her
Coast
let
strong
Defence
be
spread
:
Let
fair
Abundance
on
her
Breast
be
shed
:
And
Heav'nly
Sweets
bloom
round
the
Goddess'
Head
.
XXVII
.
Where
the
white
Towers
and
ancient
Roofs
did
stand
,
Remains
of
Wolsey's
or
great
Henry's
Hand
,
To
Age
now
yielding
,
or
devour'd
by
Flame
;
Let
a
young
Phenix
raise
her
tow'ring
Head
:
Her
Wings
with
lengthen'd
Honour
let
Her
spread
;
And
by
her
Greatness
show
her
Builder's
Fame
.
August
and
Open
,
as
the
Hero's
Mind
,
Be
her
capacious
Courts
design'd
:
Let
ev'ry
Sacred
Pillar
bear
Trophies
of
Arms
,
and
Monuments
of
War
.
The
King
shall
there
in
Parian
Marble
breath
,
His
Shoulder
bleeding
fresh
:
and
at
His
Feet
Disarm'd
shall
lye
the
threat'ning
Death
:
(
For
so
was
saving
Jove's
Decree
compleat
.
)
Behind
,
That
Angel
shall
be
plac'd
,
whose
Shield
Sav'd
Europe
,
in
the
Blow
repell'd
:
On
the
firm
Basis
,
from
his
Oozy
Bed
Boyn
shall
raise
his
Laurell'd
Head
;
And
his
Immortal
Stream
be
known
,
Artfully
waving
thro'
the
wounded
Stone
.
XXVIII
.
And
Thou
,
Imperial
Windsor
,
stand
inlarg'd
,
With
all
the
Monarch's
Trophies
charg'd
:
Thou
,
the
fair
Heav'n
,
that
dost
the
Stars
inclose
,
Which
William's
Bosom
wears
,
or
Hand
bestows
On
the
great
Champions
who
support
his
Throne
,
And
Virtues
nearest
to
His
own
.
XXIX
.
Round
Ormond's
Knee
Thou
ty'st
the
Mystic
String
,
That
makes
the
Knight
Companion
to
the
King
.
From
glorious
Camps
return'd
,
and
foreign
Feilds
,
Bowing
before
thy
sainted
Warrior's
Shrine
,
Fast
by
his
great
Forefather's
Coats
,
and
Shields
Blazon'd
from
Bohun's
,
or
from
Butler's
Line
,
He
hangs
His
Arms
;
nor
fears
those
Arms
should
shine
With
an
unequal
Ray
;
or
that
His
Deed
With
paler
Glory
should
recede
,
Eclips'd
by
Theirs
;
or
lessen'd
by
the
Fame
Ev'n
of
His
own
Maternal
Nassaw's
Name
.
XXX
.
Thou
smiling
see'st
great
Dorset's
Worth
confest
,
The
Ray
distinguishing
the
Patriot's
Breast
:
Born
to
protect
and
love
,
to
help
and
please
;
Sov'reign
of
Wit
,
and
Ornament
of
Peace
.
O
!
long
as
Breath
informs
this
fleeting
Frame
,
Ne'er
let
me
pass
in
Silence
Dorset's
Name
;
Ne'er
cease
to
mention
the
continu'd
Debt
,
Which
the
great
Patron
only
would
forget
,
And
Duty
,
long
as
Life
,
must
study
to
acquit
.
XXXI
.
Renown'd
in
Thy
Records
shall
Ca'ndish
stand
,
Asserting
Legal
Pow'r
,
and
just
Command
:
To
the
great
House
thy
Favour
shall
be
shown
,
The
Father's
Star
transmissive
to
the
Son
.
From
Thee
the
Talbot's
and
the
Seymour's
Race
Inform'd
,
Their
Sire's
immortal
Steps
shall
trace
:
Happy
may
their
Sons
receive
The
bright
Reward
,
which
Thou
alone
canst
give
.
XXXII
.
And
if
a
God
these
lucky
Numbers
guide
;
If
sure
Apollo
o'er
the
Verse
preside
;
Jersey
,
belov'd
by
all
(
For
all
must
feel
The
Influence
of
a
Form
and
Mind
,
Where
comely
Grace
and
constant
Virtue
dwell
,
Like
mingl'd
Streams
,
more
forcible
when
join'd
.
)
Jersey
shall
at
Thy
Altars
stand
;
Shall
there
receive
the
Azure
Band
,
That
fairest
Mark
of
Favour
and
of
Fame
,
Familiar
to
the
Vilier's
Name
.
XXXIII
.
Science
to
raise
,
and
Knowledge
to
enlarge
,
Be
our
great
Master's
future
Charge
;
To
write
His
own
Memoirs
,
and
leave
His
Heirs
High
Schemes
of
Government
,
and
Plans
of
Wars
;
By
fair
Rewards
our
Noble
Youth
to
raise
To
emulous
Merit
,
and
to
Thirst
of
Praise
;
To
lead
Them
out
from
Ease
e'er
opening
Dawn
,
Through
the
thick
Forest
and
the
distant
Lawn
,
Where
the
fleet
Stag
employs
their
ardent
Care
;
And
Chases
give
Them
Images
of
War
.
To
teach
Them
Vigilance
by
false
Alarms
;
Inure
Them
in
feign'd
Camps
to
real
Arms
;
Practise
Them
now
to
curb
the
turning
Steed
,
Mocking
the
Foe
;
now
to
his
rapid
Speed
To
give
the
Rein
;
and
in
the
full
Career
,
To
draw
the
certain
Sword
,
or
send
the
pointed
Spear
.
XXXIV
.
Let
Him
unite
His
Subjects
Hearts
,
Planting
Societies
for
peaceful
Arts
;
Some
that
in
Nature
shall
true
Knowledge
found
,
And
by
Experiment
make
Precept
sound
;
Some
that
to
Morals
shall
recal
the
Age
,
And
purge
from
vitious
Dross
the
sinking
Stage
;
Some
that
with
Care
true
Eloquence
shall
teach
,
And
to
just
Idioms
fix
our
doubtful
Speech
:
That
from
our
Writers
distant
Realms
may
know
,
The
Thanks
We
to
our
Monarch
owe
;
And
Schools
profess
our
Tongue
through
ev'ry
Land
,
That
has
invok'd
His
Aid
,
or
blest
His
Hand
.
XXXV.
Let
His
high
Pow'r
the
drooping
Muses
rear
.
The
Muses
only
can
reward
His
Care
:
'Tis
They
that
guard
the
great
Atrides'
Spoils
:
'Tis
They
that
still
renew
Ulysses'
Toils
:
To
Them
by
smiling
Jove
'twas
giv'n
,
to
save
Distinguish'd
Patriots
from
the
Common
Grave
;
To
them
,
Great
William's
Glory
to
recal
,
When
Statues
moulder
,
and
when
Arches
fall
.
Nor
let
the
Muses
,
with
ungrateful
Pride
,
The
Sources
of
their
Treasure
hide
:
The
Heroe's
Virtue
does
the
String
inspire
,
When
with
big
Joy
They
strike
the
living
Lyre
:
On
William's
Fame
their
Fate
depends
:
With
Him
the
Song
begins
:
with
Him
it
ends
.
From
the
bright
Effluence
of
His
Deed
They
borrow
that
reflected
Light
,
With
which
the
lasting
Lamp
They
feed
,
Whose
Beams
dispel
the
Damps
of
envious
Night
.
XXXVI.
Through
various
Climes
,
and
to
each
distant
Pole
In
happy
Tides
let
active
Commerce
rowl
:
Let
Britain's
Ships
export
an
Annual
Fleece
,
Richer
than
Argos
brought
to
ancient
Greece
;
Returning
loaden
with
the
shining
Stores
,
Which
lye
profuse
on
either
India's
Shores
.
As
our
high
Vessels
pass
their
wat'ry
Way
,
Let
all
the
Naval
World
due
Homage
pay
;
With
hasty
Reverence
their
Top-Honours
lower
,
Confessing
the
asserted
Power
,
To
Whom
by
Fate
'twas
given
,
with
happy
Sway
To
calm
the
Earth
,
and
vindicate
the
Sea
.
XXXVII
.
Our
Pray'rs
are
heard
,
our
Master's
Fleets
shall
go
,
As
far
as
Winds
can
bear
,
or
Waters
flow
,
New
Lands
to
make
,
new
Indies
to
explore
,
In
Worlds
unknown
to
plant
Britannia's
Power
;
Nations
yet
wild
by
Precept
to
reclaim
,
And
teach
'em
Arms
,
and
Arts
,
in
William's
Name
.
XXXVIII
.
With
humble
Joy
,
and
with
respectful
Fear
The
list'ning
People
shall
His
Story
hear
,
The
Wounds
He
bore
,
the
Dangers
He
sustain'd
,
How
far
he
Conquer'd
,
and
how
well
he
Reign'd
;
Shall
own
his
Mercy
equal
to
His
Fame
;
And
form
their
Children's
Accents
to
His
Name
,
Enquiring
how
,
and
when
from
Heav'n
He
came
.
Their
Regal
Tyrants
shall
with
Blushes
hide
Their
little
Lusts
of
Arbitrary
Pride
,
Nor
bear
to
see
their
Vassals
ty'd
:
When
William's
Virtues
raise
their
opening
Thought
,
His
forty
Years
for
Publick
Freedom
fought
,
Europe
by
His
Hand
sustain'd
,
His
Conquest
by
His
Piety
restrain'd
,
And
o'er
Himself
the
last
great
Triumph
gain'd
.
XXXIX
.
No
longer
shall
their
wretched
Zeal
adore
Ideas
of
destructive
Power
,
Spirits
that
hurt
,
and
Godheads
that
devour
:
New
Incense
They
shall
bring
,
new
Altars
raise
,
And
fill
their
Temples
with
a
Stranger's
Praise
;
When
the
Great
Father's
Character
They
find
Visibly
stampt
upon
the
Hero's
Mind
;
And
own
a
present
Deity
confest
,
In
Valour
that
preserv'd
,
and
Power
that
bless'd
.
XL.
Through
the
large
Convex
of
the
Azure
Sky
(
For
thither
Nature
casts
our
common
Eye
)
Fierce
Meteors
shoot
their
arbitrary
Light
;
And
Comets
march
with
lawless
Horror
bright
:
These
hear
no
Rule
,
no
righteous
Order
own
;
Their
Influence
dreaded
,
as
their
Ways
unknown
:
Thro'
threaten'd
Lands
They
wild
Destruction
throw
;
'Till
ardent
Prayer
averts
the
Public
Woe
:
But
the
bright
Orb
that
blesses
all
above
,
The
sacred
Fire
,
the
real
Son
of
Jove
,
Rules
not
His
Actions
by
Capricious
Will
;
Nor
by
ungovern'd
Power
declines
to
Ill
:
Fix'd
by
just
Laws
He
goes
for
ever
right
:
Man
knows
His
Course
,
and
thence
adores
His
Light
.
XLI.
O
Janus
!
would
intreated
Fate
conspire
To
grant
what
Britain's
Wishes
could
require
;
Above
,
That
Sun
should
cease
his
Way
to
go
,
E'er
William
cease
to
rule
,
and
bless
below
:
But
a
relentless
Destiny
Urges
all
that
e'er
was
born
:
Snatch'd
from
her
Arms
,
Britannia
once
must
mourn
The
Demi-God
:
The
Earthly
Half
must
die
.
Yet
if
our
Incense
can
Your
Wrath
remove
;
If
human
Prayers
avail
on
Minds
above
;
Exert
,
great
God
,
Thy
Int'rest
in
the
Sky
;
Gain
each
kind
Pow'r
,
each
Guardian
Deity
,
That
conquer'd
by
the
publick
Vow
,
They
bear
the
dismal
Mischief
far
away
:
O
!
long
as
utmost
Nature
may
allow
,
Let
Them
retard
the
threaten'd
Day
:
Still
be
our
Master's
Life
Thy
happy
Care
:
Still
let
His
Blessings
with
His
Years
increase
:
To
His
laborious
Youth
consum'd
in
War
,
Add
lasting
Age
,
adorn'd
and
crown'd
with
Peace
:
Let
twisted
Olive
bind
those
Laurels
fast
,
Whose
Verdure
must
for
ever
last
.
XLII.
Long
let
this
growing
Æra
bless
His
Sway
:
And
let
our
Sons
His
present
Rule
obey
:
On
His
sure
Virtue
long
let
Earth
rely
:
And
late
let
the
Imperial
Eagle
fly
,
To
bear
the
Hero
thro'
His
Father's
Sky
,
To
Leda's
Twins
,
or
He
whose
glorious
Speed
On
Foot
prevail'd
,
or
He
who
tam'd
the
Steed
;
To
Hercules
,
at
length
absolv'd
by
Fate
From
Earthly
Toil
,
and
above
Envy
great
;
To
Virgil's
Theme
,
bright
Cytherea's
Son
,
Sire
of
the
Latian
,
and
the
British
Throne
;
To
all
the
radiant
Names
above
,
Rever'd
by
Men
,
and
dear
to
Jove
.
Late
,
Janus
,
let
the
Nassaw-Star
New
born
,
in
rising
Majesty
appear
,
To
triumph
over
vanquish'd
Night
,
And
guide
the
prosp'rous
Mariner
With
everlasting
Beams
of
friendly
Light
.