Auftria's young monarch, whofe imperial fway

Scepters and thrones are deftin'd to obey,

Whose boafted ancestry fo high extends

That in the pagan gods his lineage ends,
Comes from afar, in gratitude to own
The great fupporter of his father's throne:
What tides of glory to his bofom ran,
Clafp'd in th' embraces of the godlike man!
How were his eyes with pleafing wonder fixt
To fee fuch fire with fo much fweetnefs mixt,
Such eafy greatnefs, fuch a graceful port,
So turn'd and finish'd for the camp or court,

Achilles thus was form'd with ev'ry grace,
And Nireus fhone but in the second place;
Thus the great father of almighty Rome
(Divinely flusht with an immortal bloom
That Cytherea's fragrant breath bestow'd)

In all the charms of his bright mother glow'd.

The royal youth by MARLBRO's presence charm'd, Taught by his counfels, by his actions warm'd, On Landau with redoubled fury falls, Discharges all his thunder on its walls, O'er mines and caves of death provokes the fight, And learns to conquer in the hero's fight.

The British chief, for mighty toils renown'd, Increas'd in titles, and with conquefts crown'd,

To Belgian coafts his tedious march renews,

And the long windings of the Rhine pursues,
Clearing its borders from ufurping foes,

And bleft by refcu'd nations as he goes.

Treves fears no more, freed from its dire alarms;
And Traerbach feels the terror of his arms,
Seated on rocks her proud foundations fhake,
While MARLBRO preffes to the bold attack.
Plants all his batt'ries, bids his cannon roar,
And fhows how Laudau might have fall'n before.
Scar'd at his near approach, great Louis fears
Vengeance referv'd for his declining years,
Forgets his thirft of univerfal fway,
And scarce can teach his fubjects to obey;
His arms he finds on vain attempts employ'd,
Th' ambitious projects for his race destroy'd,
The works of ages funk in one campaign,
And lives of millions facrific'd in vain.

Such are th' effects of ANNA's royal cares:
By her, Britannia, great in foreign wars,
Ranges through nations, wherefoe'er disjoin'd,
Without the wonted aid of fea and wind.
By her th' unfetter'd Ifter's ftates are free,
And tafte the sweets of English liberty:
But who can tell the joys of those that lie
Beneath the conftant influence of her eye!

Whilft

Whilft in diffufive fhow'rs her bounties fall

Like heav'n's indulgence, and defcend on all,
Secure the happy, fuccour the diftreft,

Make ev'ry fubject glad, and a whole people blest.

Thus wou'd I fain Britannia's wars rehearse,

In the fmooth records of a faithful verfe

;

That, if fuch numbers can o'er time prevail,
May tell pofterity the wondrous tale.

When actions, unadorn'd, are faint and weak,
Cities and countries must be taught to speak;
Gods may defcend in factions from the fkies,
And rivers from their oozy beds arife;

Fiction may deck the truth with fpurious rays,
And round the hero caft a borrow'd blaze.
MARLBRO's exploits appear divinely bright,
And proudly thine in their own native light;
Rais'd of themselves, their genuine charms they boaft,
And thofe who paint 'em trueft praise 'em moft.

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