On arts Cyllenius fix'd his full delight,

Mars rein'd the war, and Themis judg'd the right:
All mortals, once beneficently great,

(As Fame reports) and rais'd in heavenly state;
Yet, fharing labours, ftill they fhunn'd repose,
To shed the blessings down by which they rose.
Illuftrious Queen, how Heaven hath heard thy prayers.!
What ftores of happiness attend thy cares!
A Church in fafety fix'd, a State in reft,
A faithful Ministry, a People bless'd;

And Kings, fubmiffive at thy foot-stool thrown,
That others Rights reftore, or beg their own.
Now rais'd with thankful mind; and rolling flow,

In grand proceffion to the temple go,

By fnow-white horses drawn ; while founding Fame
Proclaims thy coming, Praise exalts thy name;
Fair Honour, dress'd in robes, adorns thy state,
And on thy train the crowded .nations wait;
Who, preffing, view with what a temper'd grace
The looks of Majefty compose thy face;
And mingling sweetness shines, or how thy dress,
And how thy pomp, an inward joy confefs;
Then, filled with pleasures to thy glory due,
With fhouts, the chariot moving on, pursue.
As when the Phoenix from Arabia flown
(If any Phoenix were by Anna known)
His fpice at Phoebus' fhrine prepar'd to lay,
Where'er their Monarch cut his airy way;
The gathering birds around the wonder flew,
And much admir'd his shape, and much his hue ;:

The tuft of gold that glow'd above his head,
His fpacious train with golden feathers fpread;
His gilded bofom, fpeck'd with purple pride,
And both his wings in gloffy purple dy'd :
He ftill purfues his way; with wondering eyes
The birds attend, and follow where he flies.
Thrice happy Britons, if at last you know
'Tis lefs to conquer, than to want a foe;
That triumphs still are made for war's decrease,
When men, by conquest, rise to views of peace;
That over toils for peace in view we run,

Which gain'd, the world is pleas'd, and war is done.
Fam'd Blenheim's field, Ramillies' noble feat,
Blaregni's defperate act of gallant heat,

Or wondrous Winendale, are war purfued,

By wounds and deaths, through plains with blood embrued;

But good defign, to make the world be still,

With human grace adorns the needful ill.

This end obtain'd, we close the fcenes of rage,
And gentler glories deck the rising age.
Such gentler glories, fuch reviving days,
The Nation's wishes, and the Statesman's praife:
Now pleas'd to shine, in golden order throng,
Demand our annals, and enrich our fong.

Then go where Albion's cliffs approach the skies,
(The Fame of Albion fo deserves to rise);
And, deep engrav'd for time, till time shall cease,
Upon the ftones their fair infcription place.

Iberia rent, the power of Gallia broke,
Batavia refcued from the threaten'd yoke;

The

The royal Austrian rais'd, his realms restor'd,
Great Britain arm'd, triumphant and ador'd;
Its ftate enlarg`d, its peace reftor'd again,
Are bleffings all adorning Anna's Reign.

TO DR.

SWIFT,

On his BIRTH-DAY, November 30, 1713,.

URO

RG'D by the warmth of Friendship's facred flame,
But more by all the glories of thy fame ;
By all thofe offsprings of thy learned mind,
In judgment folid, as in wit refin'd,
Refolv'd I fing. Though labouring up the way
To reach my theme, O Swift, accept my lay.

Rapt by the force of thought, and rais'd above,
Through Contemplation's airy fields I rove;
Where powerful Fancy purifies my eye,
And lights the beauties of a brighter sky;

Fresh paints the meadows, bids green shades afcend,
Clear rivers wind, and opening plains extend;

Then fills its landfcape through the varied parts
With Virtues, Graces, Sciences, and Arts:

Superior Forms, of more than mortal air,

More large than mortals, more ferenely fair.
Of these two Chiefs, the guardians of thy name,
Confpire to raise thee to the point of fame.
Ye Future Times, I heard the filver found!

I faw the Graces form a circle round!

Each, where the fix'd, attentive feem'd to root,
And all, but Eloquence herself, was mute.

High o'er the reft I fee the Goddess rife,
Loose to the breeze her upper garment flies:*
By turns, within her eyes the Paffions burn,
And fofter Paffions languish in their turn:
Upon her tongue Perfuafion or Command,
And decent Action dwells upon her hand.

From out her breast ('twas there the treasure lay)
She drew thy labours to the blaze of day;

Then gaz'd, and read the charms fhe could infpire,
And taught the liftening audience to admire,

How ftrong thy flight, how large thy grasp of thought,
How just thy fchemes, how regularly wrought;
How fure you wound when Ironies deride,
Which must be feen, and feign to turn afide.
'Twas thus exploring the rejoic'd to fee
Her brightest features drawn fo near by thee:
ages dwell,
"Then here," fhe cries, " let future
And learn to copy, where they can't excel."
She spake. Applause attended on the close:

Then Poësy, her sister-art, arose;

Her fairer fifter, born in deeper ease,

Not made fo much for business, more to pleafe.
Upon her cheek fits Beauty, ever young;
The foul of Mufic warbles on her tongue;
Bright in her eyes a pleafing Ardour glows,
And from her heart the sweetest Temper flows
A laurel-wreath adorns her curls of hair,
And binds their order to the dancing air:

She

She shakes the colours of her radiant wing,

And, from the Spheres, fhe takes a pitch to fing. Thrice happy Genius his, whofe Works have hit The lucky point of Business and of Wit.

They seem like showers, which April months prepare
To call their flowery glories up to air:

The drops, defcending, take the painted bow,
And dress with funfhine, while for good they flow.
To me retiring oft, he finds relief

In flowly-wafting care and biting grief:
From me retreating oft, he gives to view
What eases care and grief in others too.
Ye fondly grave, be wife enough to know,

Life, ne'er unbent, were but a life of woe."
Some, full in stretch for greatness, fome for gain,
On his own rack each puts himself to pain.
I'll gently fteal you from your toils away,
Where balmy winds with fcents ambrofial play;
Where, on the banks as crystal rivers flow,
They teach immortal amaranths to grow:
Then, from the mild indulgence of the scene,
Restore your tempers ftrong for toils again.

She ceas'd. Soft mufic trembled in the wind,
And sweet delight diffus'd through every mind:
The little Smiles, which ftill the Goddess grace,
Sportive arofe, and ran from face to face.
But chief (and in that place the Virtues bless)
A gentle band their eager joys exprefs:
Here, Friendship asks, and Love of Merit longs
To hear the Goddesses renew their fongs;