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ATHER of All! in ev'ry age,

In ev'ry clime ador'd,
By saint, by savage, and by fage,

Jehovah, Jove, or Lord !

Thou Great First Cause, least understood !

Who all my sense confin'd,
To know but this, that Thou art good,

And that myself am blind :

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Let not this weak, unknowing hand,

Presume thy bolts to throw; And deal damnation round the land,

On each I judge thy foe.

If I am right, thy grace impart,

Still in the right to stay:
If I am wrong, O teach my heart

To find that better way!

Save me alike from foolish pride,

Or impious discontent,
At aught thy wisdom has deny'd,

Or aught thy goodness lent.

Teach me to feel another's woc,

To hide the fault I see;
That mercy I to others fhew,

Thew to me.

Mean tho' I am ; not wholly so,

Since quicken’d by thy breath : O lead me wherefo'er I go,

Thro' this day's life or death.

This day, be bread and peace my lot:

All else beneath the sun,
Thou know'it if best bestow'd or not,

And let thy will be done.

To Thee, whose temple is all space,

Whofe altar, earth, sea, skies; One chorus let all being raise,

All Nature's incenfe rife!


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-Rheni pacator et Iftri.
Omnis in hoc uno variis discordia ceffit
Ordinibus; lætatur eques, plauditque senator,
Votaque patricio certant plebeia favori.

CLAUD. DI LAUD. STILIC. Efe aliquam in terris gentem quæ sua impensa, suo labore ac periculo bella gerat

pro libertate aliorum. Nec hoc finitimis, aut propinquæ vicinitatis hominibus, aut terris continenti junctis præftet. Maria trajiciat: ne quod toto orbe terrarum injuftum imperium fit, et ubique jus, fas, lex, potentiffima fint.

LIV. HIST. LIB. Xxxiii.
HILE crowds of princes your deserts proclaim,

Proud in their number to enrol your name ;
While emperors to you commit their cause,
And Anna's praises crown the vast applause;
Accept, great Leader! what the Muse recites,
That in ambitious verse attempts your fights.
Fir'd and transported with a theme fo new,
Ten thousand wonders, op’ning to my view,
Shine forth at once : sieges and storms appear,
And wars and conquests fill th' important year ;
Rivers of blood I fee, and hills of slain,
An Iliad rising out of one Campaign.

The haughty Gaul beheld, with tow'ring pride,
His ancient bounds enlarg’d on ev'ry side ;
Pyrene's lofty barriers were subdu'd,
And in the midst of his wide empire stood.
Ausonia's states, the victor to restrain,
Oppos'd their Alps and Apennines in vain;
Nor found themselves, with strength of rocks immur'd,
Behind their everlasting hills secur'd.
The rising Danube it's long race began,
And half it's course thi the new conquests ran.



Amaz'd and anxious for her sov’reigns fates,
Germania trembled thro' a hundred states.
Great Leopold himself was seiz'd with fear ;
He gaz'd around, but faw no succour near:
He gaz’d; and half-abandon’d to despair
His hopes on Heav'n, and confidence in pray’r.

To Britain's queen the nations turn their eyes ;
On her resolves the western world relies:
Confiding still, amidst it's dire alarms,
In Anna's councils and in Churchill's arms.
Thrice happy Britain ! from the kingdoms rent,
To fit the guardian of the continent!
That sees her bravest fon advanc'd so high,
And flourishing so near her prince's eye.
Thy fav’rites grow not up by Fortune's sport,
Or from the crimes or follies of a court;
On the firm basis of desert they rise,
From long-try'd faith, and friendship's holy ties.
Their fov’reign's well-distinguish'd smiles they share,
Her ornaments in peace, her strength in war.
The nation thanks them with a publick voice;
By show'rs of bleffings, Heav'n approves their choice :
Envy itself is dumb, in wonder lost;
And factions strive who shall applaud 'em most.

Soon as soft vernal breezes warm the sky,
Britannia's colours in the zephyrs Aly:
Her chief already has his march begun,
Crossing the provinces himself had won;
Till the Mofelle, appearing from afar,
Retards the progress of the moving war.
Delightful stream! had Nature bid her fall
In diftant climes, far from the perjur'd Gaul:
But now a purchase to the sword se lies;
Her harvests for uncertain owners rise ;
Each vineyard doubtful of it's master grows,
And to the victor's bowl each vintage flows.


The discontented shades of slaughter'd hosts,
That wander'd on her banks, her heroes ghosts,
Hop'd, when they saw Britannia's arms appear,
The vengeance due to their great deaths was near.

Our godlike leader, ere the stream he pass’d,
The mighty scheme of all his labours cast;
Forming the wond'rous year within his thought,
His bofom glow'd with battles yet unfought.
The long laborious march he first surveys,
And joins the distant Danube to the Maese ;
Between whose floods such pathlefs forests grow,
Such mountains rise, so many

rivers flow :
The toil looks lovely in the hero's eyes,
And danger serves but to enhance the prize.

Big with the fate of Europe, he renews
His dreadful course, and the proud foe pursues.
Infected by the burning Scorpion's heat,
The fultry gales round his chaf'd temples beat;
Till on the borders of the Mayne he finds
Defensive shadows and refreshing winds.
Our British youth, with inborn freedom bold,
Unnumber'd scenes of servitude behold;
Nations of slaves, with tyranny debas'd,
(Their Maker's image more than half defac’d ;)
Hourly instructed, as they urge their toil,
To prize their queen, and love their native soil.

Still to the rising sun they take their way
Thro'clouds of duft, and gain upon the day :
When now the Neckar, on it's friendly coast,
With cooling Itreams revives the fainting hoft;
That chearfully his labours past forgets,
The midnight watches and the noon-day heats.

O'er proftrate towns and palaces they pass,
(Now cover'd o'er with woods, and hid in grass)
Breathing revenge; whilft anger and disdain
Fire ev'ry breast, and boil in ev'ry vein.

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