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 | Poems on Affairs of State |  |
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XXII.
A little Army of Canarian Dons,
From th'Indies come, he taketh, now in Bonds
Attending this great Victor, to perform
Their Obsequies to him in solemn Form;
Who, after thousand Storms, to which enur'd
He was, and noble Wounds by him endur'd,
Of which he languish'd, now return'd in Peace
To English Port, did there alas decease,
Yet gloriously, where he did sacrifice
For us his dearest Blood, Death's great Prize;
When many hundreds he had ta'ne of late,
Now to a Royal Chappel brought in State,
For his Devotion ye'rst to him well known,
Amongst the Kings inter'd, and near to one,
That Prince of Peace, which join'd in Hymen's Band
The two divided Houses of our Land.
From th'Indies come, he taketh, now in Bonds
Attending this great Victor, to perform
Their Obsequies to him in solemn Form;
Who, after thousand Storms, to which enur'd
He was, and noble Wounds by him endur'd,
Of which he languish'd, now return'd in Peace
To English Port, did there alas decease,
Yet gloriously, where he did sacrifice
For us his dearest Blood, Death's great Prize;
When many hundreds he had ta'ne of late,
Now to a Royal Chappel brought in State,
For his Devotion ye'rst to him well known,
Amongst the Kings inter'd, and near to one,
That Prince of Peace, which join'd in Hymen's Band
The two divided Houses of our Land.
If now some British Plutarch, kindly prest
With Love of Vertue sparkling in his Breast,
Should in Historick Stile limm out this Brave
And English Aristides, and from Grave
Redeem his Memory; for his Renown,
This one thing more (his worthy Deeds to crown)
May added be, the Glory of them all,
That during those long Wars, wherein the fall
Of thousands he beheld, as many rise
To Fortunes high, (true Valours Meed and Prize)
Yet he postponing with Heroick Zeal,
His private Interest to the publick Weal,
Himself would not advance by those vast Spoils,
Still him attending from those bloody Broils,
(Tho Millions seiz'd by his Conduct, so skill'd
In Arms and Counsel, the English Coffers fill'd)
Who with his Native portion well content,
For his dear Countrys good was gladly spent.
With Love of Vertue sparkling in his Breast,
Should in Historick Stile limm out this Brave
And English Aristides, and from Grave
Redeem his Memory; for his Renown,
This one thing more (his worthy Deeds to crown)
May added be, the Glory of them all,
That during those long Wars, wherein the fall
Of thousands he beheld, as many rise
To Fortunes high, (true Valours Meed and Prize)
Yet he postponing with Heroick Zeal,
His private Interest to the publick Weal,
Himself would not advance by those vast Spoils,
Still him attending from those bloody Broils,
(Tho Millions seiz'd by his Conduct, so skill'd
In Arms and Counsel, the English Coffers fill'd)
Who with his Native portion well content,
For his dear Countrys good was gladly spent.
What Marble Pile, what Monument for thee,
Great Britain's Shield, Spain's Scourge, now rais'd shall be?
That may our English Heroes animate,
Thy matchless Worth (brave Blake) to emulate;
And to succeeding Times eternize may
Thy Name, and thee entitle from this day
A Saint devout, for Learning Socrates,
A Cato Just, for Valour Hercules.
Great Britain's Shield, Spain's Scourge, now rais'd shall be?
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Thy matchless Worth (brave Blake) to emulate;
And to succeeding Times eternize may
Thy Name, and thee entitle from this day
A Saint devout, for Learning Socrates,
A Cato Just, for Valour Hercules.
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