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On the Royal Company of Archers, marching under
the Command of his Grace Duke of Hamilton,
in their proper Habits, to shoot for the Arrow at Musselburgh, August 4, 1724.
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On the Royal Company of Archers, marching under the Command of his Grace Duke of Hamilton, in their proper Habits, to shoot for the Arrow at Musselburgh, August 4, 1724.
Apollo, Patron of the Lyre,
And of the valiant Archers Bow,
Me with sic Sentiments inspire,
As may appear from thee they flow,
When, by thy special Will, and high Command,
I sing the Merits of the Royal Band.
And of the valiant Archers Bow,
Me with sic Sentiments inspire,
As may appear from thee they flow,
When, by thy special Will, and high Command,
I sing the Merits of the Royal Band.
Now like themsells again the Archers raise
The Bow, in brave Aray, and claim our Lays.
Phœbus well pleased, shines from the blew Serene,
Glents on the Stream, and guilds the checquer'd Green.
The Winds ly hush in their remotest Caves,
And Forth with gentle Swell his Margin leaves.
See to his Shore, the gathering Thousands roll,
As if one gen'ral Sp'rit inform'd the whole.
The bonniest Fair of a' Great Britain's Isle,
From Chariots and the crowded Casements smile;
Whilst Horse and Foot promiscuous form a Lane,
Extending far along the destin'd Plain,
Where, like Bellona's Troops, or Guards of Love,
The Archers in their proper Habits move.
The Bow, in brave Aray, and claim our Lays.
Phœbus well pleased, shines from the blew Serene,
Glents on the Stream, and guilds the checquer'd Green.
The Winds ly hush in their remotest Caves,
And Forth with gentle Swell his Margin leaves.
See to his Shore, the gathering Thousands roll,
As if one gen'ral Sp'rit inform'd the whole.
The bonniest Fair of a' Great Britain's Isle,
From Chariots and the crowded Casements smile;
Whilst Horse and Foot promiscuous form a Lane,
Extending far along the destin'd Plain,
Where, like Bellona's Troops, or Guards of Love,
The Archers in their proper Habits move.
Their Guardian Saint, from yon etherial Height,
Displays th'auspicious Cross of blazing Light;
While on his Care he chearfully looks down,
The pointed Thistle wears his ruby Crown,
And seems to threat, arm'd ready to engage,
No Man unpunish'd shall provoke my Rage.
Well pleas'd the rampant Lyon smooths his Mane,
And gambols gay upon his golden Plain.
Displays th'auspicious Cross of blazing Light;
While on his Care he chearfully looks down,
The pointed Thistle wears his ruby Crown,
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No Man unpunish'd shall provoke my Rage.
Well pleas'd the rampant Lyon smooths his Mane,
And gambols gay upon his golden Plain.
Likeas the Sun, when wintry Clouds are past,
And fragrant Gales succeed the stormy Blast,
Shines on the Earth, the Fields look fresh and gay;
So seem the Archers on this joyful Day:
Whilst with his graceful Mien, and Aspect kind,
Their Leader raises every Follower's Mind,
Who love the Conduct of a Youth, whose Birth
To nothing yields but his superior Worth;
And happier is with his selected Train,
Than Philip's Son who strove a World to gain.
That Prince whole Nations to Destruction drove,
This Prince delights his Country to improve.
A Monarch rais'd upon a Throne may nod,
And pass amongst the Vulgar for a God;
Whilst Men of Penetration justly blame
Those who hang on their Ancestors for Fame;
But own the Dignity of high Descent,
When the Successor's Spirit keeps the Bent,
Which through revolving Ages grac'd the Line,
With all those Qualities that brightest shine:
The Archers Chiftain thus with active Mind,
In all that's worthy never falls behind
These noble Characters, from whom he sprung,
In Hist'ry fam'd: Whom ancient Bards have sung.
See, from his steady Hand, and aiming Eye,
How straight in equal Lengths the Arrows fly:
Both at one End close by the Mark they stand,
Which points him worthy of his brave Command;
That as they to his num'rous Merits bow,
This Victory makes Homage fully due.
And fragrant Gales succeed the stormy Blast,
Shines on the Earth, the Fields look fresh and gay;
So seem the Archers on this joyful Day:
Whilst with his graceful Mien, and Aspect kind,
Their Leader raises every Follower's Mind,
Who love the Conduct of a Youth, whose Birth
To nothing yields but his superior Worth;
And happier is with his selected Train,
Than Philip's Son who strove a World to gain.
That Prince whole Nations to Destruction drove,
This Prince delights his Country to improve.
A Monarch rais'd upon a Throne may nod,
And pass amongst the Vulgar for a God;
Whilst Men of Penetration justly blame
Those who hang on their Ancestors for Fame;
But own the Dignity of high Descent,
When the Successor's Spirit keeps the Bent,
Which through revolving Ages grac'd the Line,
With all those Qualities that brightest shine:
The Archers Chiftain thus with active Mind,
In all that's worthy never falls behind
These noble Characters, from whom he sprung,
In Hist'ry fam'd: Whom ancient Bards have sung.
See, from his steady Hand, and aiming Eye,
How straight in equal Lengths the Arrows fly:
Both at one End close by the Mark they stand,
Which points him worthy of his brave Command;
That as they to his num'rous Merits bow,
This Victory makes Homage fully due.
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Sage
Drummond next, the Chief, with Counsel grave,
Becomes his Post, instructing all that's brave:
So Pallas seem'd, who Mentor's Form put on,
To make a Heroe of Ulysses' Son.
Becomes his Post, instructing all that's brave:
So Pallas seem'd, who Mentor's Form put on,
To make a Heroe of Ulysses' Son.
Each Officer his Character maintains,
While Love and Honour gratify their Pains.
No View inferior brings them to the Field,
To whom great Chiefs of Clans with Pleasure yield.
While Love and Honour gratify their Pains.
No View inferior brings them to the Field,
To whom great Chiefs of Clans with Pleasure yield.
No hidden Murmure swells the Archer's Heart,
While each with Gladness acts his proper Part.
No factious Strife, nor Plots, the Bane of States,
Give Birth to Jealousies or dire Debates:
Nor less their Pleasure who Obedience pay,
Good Order to preserve, as those who sway.
O smiling Muse, full well thou knows the Fair;
Admire the Courteous, and with Pleasure share
Their Love with him that's generous and brave,
And can with manly Dignity behave;
Then haste to warn thy tender Care with Speed,
Lest by some Random-shaft their Hearts may bleed.
Yon dangerous Youths both Mars and Venus arm,
While with their double Darts they threat and charm;
Those at their Side forbid invading Foes,
With vain Attempt true Courage to oppose;
While Shafts mair subtile, darted from their Eye,
Thro' softer Hearts with silent Conquest fly.
While each with Gladness acts his proper Part.
No factious Strife, nor Plots, the Bane of States,
Give Birth to Jealousies or dire Debates:
Nor less their Pleasure who Obedience pay,
Good Order to preserve, as those who sway.
O smiling Muse, full well thou knows the Fair;
Admire the Courteous, and with Pleasure share
Their Love with him that's generous and brave,
And can with manly Dignity behave;
Then haste to warn thy tender Care with Speed,
Lest by some Random-shaft their Hearts may bleed.
Yon dangerous Youths both Mars and Venus arm,
While with their double Darts they threat and charm;
Those at their Side forbid invading Foes,
With vain Attempt true Courage to oppose;
While Shafts mair subtile, darted from their Eye,
Thro' softer Hearts with silent Conquest fly.
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