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The Golden Age, from the Fourth Eclog of Virgil, &c.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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The Golden Age, from the Fourth Eclog of Virgil, &c.

Sicilian Muse, thy Voice and Subject raise,
All are not pleas'd with Shrubs and Sylvan Lays;
Or if we Shrubs and Sylvan Lays prepare,
Let 'em be such as sute a Consul's Year.
Now Merlin's Prophecys are made compleat,
And Lilly's best Events with Credit meet;
Now Banish'd Justice takes its rightful Place,
And Saturn's Days return with St---rts's Race.

442

With its own Lustre now the Church appears,
As one Year makes amends for fourteen Years,
And Joys succeed our Sighs, and Hopes succeed our Fears.
O Goddess, Genius of this Favorite Isle,
On thy own Work, this Revolution, smile;
Salute the Pleasures that come rolling on,
And greet the Wonders Heav'n and thou hast done;
Worthy the Glorious Change inspire our Strains,
Now thy own Anna rules, in Her own Kingdom Reigns.
And thou, O Dashwood, by peculiar Care,
Reserv'd till now to fill Augusta's Chair,
Behold the Mighty Months Progressive shine!
See 'em begin their Golden Race in Thine!
Under thy Consulship, Lo! Vice gives way,
And Whigs for ever cease to come again in Play.
The Life of Gods the Monarch shall partake,
Belov'd by Gods and Men for Virtues sake;
As she from Heroes sprung, brave Acts prefers,
And Heroes copy out their Fame from Hers;
As Kingdoms Rights she with her own maintains,
And where her injur'd F---r govern'd, reigns.
Hail Sacred Queen! Thy very Enemies own
Thy Lawful Claim, and recognize thy Throne;
Dissembling Statesmen shall before thee stand,
And H--- be first will kiss thy Hand;
S--- shall change his Temper with his Fate,
And promise Duty where he vow'd his Hate,
Seeming for past Offences to atone,
By complementing Claims he would postpone;
Had one but liv'd, that rais'd him, to his Shame,
To let him pack the Cards, and win the Game.
W--- shall to St. James's House resort,
And leave his Master's Corps to make his Court;
S--- shall quit the Practice of his Place,
Leave cutting Timber down in E---d Ch**se,
To seek for Favour, and prevail for Grace.

443

Old R--- shall thy Accession sing,
Hoping to serve Thee as he serv'd the King;
To keep his Grid-iron while he keeps his Life,
And build fresh Mansion-Houses for his Wife.
Lyons with Lambs united shall agree,
And Lambs like Lyons, Lyons Lambs shall be,
And S--- with S--- hail and bow the Knee.
K--- shall drop his Convocation Spleen,
And Att---y quarrels with the Dean,
To join in our Allegiance with the Queen.
The Churchmen and Dissenters shall combine
To pay the Tribute due to Stuart's Line,
As Presbyters with B---ps shall comply,
And B---ps shall fling out what Presbyters deny;
Like L---'s Watermen, whose Tempers shew,
That look one way while they another row.
Yet shall some Footsteps of old Fraud remain,
And Ills be practis'd in thy Golden Reign,
M---en at Sea shall in his Duty fail,
And Wade and Dastard Kirkby turn their Tail.
H--- at Land his Country shall abuse,
And B— by Plund'ring Conquest lose;
While British Troops with Or---nd at their Head;
Shall meet with Conquest who from Conquest fled;
And Mal---gh, of William's Post possess'd,
Reducing Liege, shall France it self invest.
S---'s huge P---te shall before thee preach,
And his dead Lord to flatter thee impeach;
Old dreaming W---r, once the Church's Pride,
Shall quit her Interest for another side,
Brow-beat his Clergy, and a Chief defame,
Spotless as is the Blood from whence he came;
And tho a Prisoner made in dubious times,
Shall now deserve the T---r for real Crimes.
Midst Lords and Commons shall Disputes arise,
And one disswade what t'other shall advise.

444

Proud Adriatick O--- shall be known
To sink the Nation's Money for his own,
And fix the Courtiers Thefts upon the Throne.
Funds shall, as if no Funds there were, appear,
Millions be giv'n the Kingdoms Debts to clear,
Yet shall we owe the Millions that we gave,
And pay for what we had not Wit to save;
Unless some Moths that fret the thredbare State,
Prevent our Ruin by their timely Fate,
Unless a P--- more often A---ts keeps,
And gives the Queen the Crop which now he reaps.
But when confirm'd in Arts of Empire grown,
Thou seest thy Reign mature, and fix'd thy Throne,
Both Land and Sea thy Sovereign Power shall own;
Fearless of Loss, and confident of Gain,
The Merchant shall in Safety plough the Main,
The lab'ring Hind shall cleave the Country Soil,
And Plenty rise, and court the Farmer's Toil.
As every Subject sees his Wrongs redress'd,
Views Faction quell'd, and Anarchy suppress'd,
And Prince and People mutually bless'd.
Such be thy Reign, the Fatal Sisters cry,
And such Britannia's Future Destiny.
Arise Auspicious Queen! the Times are come,
When France shall from thy Mouth expect her Doom;
When Providence shall labour in thy Cause,
And trembling Spain acknowledg English Laws:
Arise thou Bright Inspirer of my Song,
And vindicate the Blood from whence thou'rt sprung.
See the consenting World adore thy Fame!
Heav'n, Earth, and Sea confess the Justice of thy Claim!
See us for Thee our Vows and Prayers employ,
And coming Ages smile in hopes of coming Joy.
Oh! that this Life of mine so long would last,
As I might sing thy future Deeds and past,
As on thy rising Glories I might dwell,
And I in Verse, as thou in Fame, excel!

445

Not thy own Fate, tho with thy Laurels crown'd,
Should touch a sweeter Pipe, or give a sweeter Sound:
Not Favorite R---, tho I---y took his Part,
Should boast more Judgment, or reveal more Art;
Not C---ve stock'd with all his Patron's Praise,
Produce a Zeal like mine, or equal Lays;
Tho C--- H--- his Friend should be,
C---ve, if H--- were Judg, should yield to me.
Begin, Great Queen, the St---t's Steps to tread,
And let thy Living Worth exceed the Dead;
Happiest of Princes in this Climate born,
Entirely English, above thy Enemies Scorn.
Thou ne'er wert dandled on an A---'s Knee,
Not H---r stood Godfather for thee,
But sprung directly from the British Strain,
Where thou first drew'st thy Breath, dost there commence thy Reign.