Like the fam'd Banian tree, whofe pliant shoot
To earthward bending of itself takes root,

"Till like their mother plant, ten thousand stand
In verdant arches on the fertile land;

Beneath her shade the tawny Indians rove,

Or hunt at large through the wide echoing grove.

O thou, to whom thefe mournful lines I fend,
My promis'd husband, and my dearest friend ;
Since heav'n appoints this favour'd race to reign,
And blood has drench'd the Scottish fields in vain ;
Muft I be wretched, and thy flight partake?

Or wilt not thou, for thy lov'd Chloe's fake,
Tir'd out at length, fubmit to Fate's decree?
If not to Brunswick, O return to me!
Proftrate before the victor's mercy bend :

What spares whole thousands, may to thee extend.
Should blinded friends thy doubtful conduct blame,
Great Brunswick's virtues will secure thy fame:
Say, these invite thee to approach his throne,
And own the monarch heav'n vouchfafes to own.
The world, convinc'd, thy reasons will approve ;
Say this to Them; but swear to Me 'twas love.

THE

HAT can the British fenate give,

WHAT

To make the name of ANNA live,

By future people to be. fung,

The labour of each grateful tongue ?
Can faithful registers, or rhyme,
In charming eloquence, or sprightly wit,
The wonders of her reign tranfmit
To th' unborn children of fucceeding time?

Can painters' oil, or ftatuaries' art,

Eternity to her impart ?

No! titled ftatues are but empty things,

Infcrib'd to royal vanity,

The facrifice of flattery

To lawless Neros, or Bourbonian kings.

True virtue to her kindred ftars afpires,
Does all our pomp of stone and verfe surpafs,
And mingling with etherial fires,

No useless ornament requires

From speaking colours, or from breathing brass.
II.

Greatest of princes! where the wand'ring fun
Does o'er earth's habitable regions roll,

From th' eastern barriers to the western goal,
And fees thy race of glory run

With fwiftness equal to his own :

Thee on the banks of Flandrian Scaldis fings
The jocund fwain, releas'd from Gallic fear :
The English voice unus'd to hear,

Thee the repeating banks, thee every valley rings

III.

The fword of heav'n how pious ANNA wields,

And heav'nly vengeance on the guilty deals,

Let the twice fugitive Bavarian tell;

Who, from his airy hope of better state,
By luft of sway irregularly great,

Like an apoftate angel fell :

Who, by imperial favour rais'd,
I' th' highest rank of glory blaz'd:
And had 'till now unrivall❜d fhone,

More than a king, contented with his own;
But Lucifer's bold fteps he trod,

Who durft affault the throne of God;

And

And for contented realms of blissful light,
Gain'd the fad privilege to be

The firft in folid mifery,

Monarch of hell, and woes, and everlasting night.
Corruption of the best is always worst ;
And foul ambition, like an evil wind,
Blights the fair blossoms of a noble mind;
And if a feraph fall, he's doubly curst.
IV.

Had guile, and pride, and envy grown
In the black groves of Styx alone,

Nor ever had on earth the baleful crop been fown :
The swain without amaze, had till'd
The Flandrian glebe, a guiltless field :
Nor had he wonder'd, when he found
The bones of heroes in the ground:
No crimson ftreams had lately fwell'd
The Dyle, the Danube, and the Scheld.

But evils are of neceffary growth,

To rouze the brave, and banish floth;
And fome are born to win the stars,
By fweat and blood, and worthy fcars.

Heroic virtue is by action feen,

And vices ferve to make it keen;

And as gigantic tyrants rise,

NASSAUS and CHURCHILLS leave the skies,

The earth-born monsters to chaftife.

V.

If, heav'nly Mufe, you burn with a defire
To praise the man whom all admire ;
Come from thy learn'd Castalian springs,
And stretch aloft thy Pegasean wings,
Strike the loud Pindaric ftrings,
Like the lark who foars and fings;
And as you fail the liquid fkies,

Caft on a Menapian fields your weeping eyes:
For weep they furely muft,

To fee the bloody annual facrifice ;
To think how the neglected duft,

Which with contempt is bafely trod,

Was once the limbs of captains, brave and just,
The mortal part of fome great demi-god ;
Who for thrice fifty years of stubborn war,
With flaught'ring arms, the gun and fword,
Have dug the mighty fepulchre,

And fell as martyrs on record,

Of tyranny aveng'd, and liberty restor❜d.

VI.

See, where at Audenard, with heaps of flain,
Th' heroic man, inspir❜dly brave,

Mowing across, beftrews the plain,

And with new tenants crowds the wealthy grave.

The Menapii were the ancient inhabitants of Flanders.

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