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An humble Offering to the Best of Queens, upon the Consummation of Peace.
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An humble Offering to the Best of Queens, upon the Consummation of Peace.
Long since Thy Royal Grandsire strove in vain
To quell those Rebels that disturb'd his Reign;
He fell a Martyr in the just Defence
Of God's true Church and his own Innocence;
And rather than betray His Royal Trust,
Left his proud Foes to trample o'er his Dust:
But Thou, Great Anna, hast at once subdu'd
Those Factious Crocadiles that weep for Blood,
Rescu'd from Danger both the Church and Throne,
Recover'd all that justly is Thy own;
And hast perform'd more Wonders to restore
A sinking Nation to its ancient Pow'r,
Than Royal Goodness e'er could do before.
To quell those Rebels that disturb'd his Reign;
He fell a Martyr in the just Defence
Of God's true Church and his own Innocence;
And rather than betray His Royal Trust,
Left his proud Foes to trample o'er his Dust:
But Thou, Great Anna, hast at once subdu'd
Those Factious Crocadiles that weep for Blood,
Rescu'd from Danger both the Church and Throne,
Recover'd all that justly is Thy own;
And hast perform'd more Wonders to restore
A sinking Nation to its ancient Pow'r,
Than Royal Goodness e'er could do before.
Go on, Bless'd Queen, and Prosper, till the Name
Of Whig shall make each Rebel blush for Shame;
Restrain thy wonted Mercy, and command
The Sword of Justice with an awful Hand;
For Lenity to those that persevere,
By Rebels always is misconstru'd Fear;
They triumph o'er their Princes when too tame,
And, in a Monarch, Moderation blame,
Turn all his brightest Vertues into Vice,
And deem his Clemency but Cowardice.
Then raise, O mighty Prince! thy Scepter high,
And with becoming Scorn the Whigs defy;
Exert thy Pow'r as much as they their Spleen,
And make the Rebels know thou art their Queen;
Let not their Treach'ry to the Church and Thee,
Pass off in Silence with Impunity;
Let no vile Traytor to their Native Land,
Enjoy what's reap'd by a rapacious Hand,
But force the Miscreants to refund that Wealth,
Gain'd in the time of War by Fraud and Stealth;
And punish them as Theives deserve who ply
At Fires, to make Advantages thereby,
Where, under a pretence of Aid, they cheat
The Sufferer and make his Loss more great.
Let not Whig Threats thy Royal Courage daunt,
Thy just Designs can no Protection want;
Heav'n hath shown Wonders to preserve Thee thus,
And Thou, Great Queen, hast done the same for us;
At such a time when Faction storm'd the Throne,
And proudly aim'd to make thy Pow'r their own:
But Thou, O gracious Queen! by Heav'n inspir'd,
Hast gain'd that Point which all good Men desir'd,
Rescu'd the Church and set thy People free
From Chains, prepar'd by Foes to God and Thee;
And when the Nation groan'd beneath the smart
Of an expensive War prolong'd by Art,
Thy English-Heart a glorious Peace procur'd,
And heal'd at once the gashes of the Sword,
Giving to all the Christian World a view
Of happier Days than yet they ever knew,
Blessings alone ascrib'd to Heav'n and You.
Proceed, Great Princess, as Thou hast begun,
Crush angry Faction and assert thy Throne,
Raise up the Church above the reach of Foes,
And with new Laws her ancient Rights enclose,
Repair the Breaches which the Whigs have made,
And punish all the ill Designs they've laid,
Bend their stiff Necks to thy Imperial Sway,
Teach them that Duty they abhor to pay,
And by a legal force compel them to obey.
Then to the World Thou wilt appear most blest
Of Queens that e'er the British Throne possest;
All will admire thy Wisdom, and adore,
Thro' Love or Fear, thy Person and thy Pow'r,
Who hath perform'd such Wonders, to advance
The Church and perfect our Deliverance.
In War no Monarch could have more Success,
None reap more Glory and enjoy it less:
No Royal Victor in the End obtain
A nobler Peace to crown a Prosp'rous Reign;
And none with greater Art and Ease o'ercome
A Faction prodigal of Pow'r at home,
When all believ'd, who saw how far they'd run,
The Task too hard to be perform'd so soon;
But Heav'n, who with Resentment cast an Eye
Upon their base Designs tow'rds Majesty,
Inspir'd thy Royal Vertues, e're too late,
With awful Courage, for a Work so great,
Which, in a sinful Land could ne'er have been
So well perform'd but by so Just a Queen.
May hourly Pray'rs, for thy Eternal Reign,
To God, be offer'd by the best of Men;
And may their good Examples teach the rest
To truly know how much in Thee they're blest,
That all may humbly to thy Scepter bow,
And to thy Throne sincere Allegiance vow.
Domestick Jars and Feuds for ever cease,
That our Obedience may compleat thy Ease,
Who makes us truly happy in a glorious Peace.
Of Whig shall make each Rebel blush for Shame;
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The Sword of Justice with an awful Hand;
For Lenity to those that persevere,
By Rebels always is misconstru'd Fear;
They triumph o'er their Princes when too tame,
And, in a Monarch, Moderation blame,
Turn all his brightest Vertues into Vice,
And deem his Clemency but Cowardice.
Then raise, O mighty Prince! thy Scepter high,
And with becoming Scorn the Whigs defy;
Exert thy Pow'r as much as they their Spleen,
And make the Rebels know thou art their Queen;
Let not their Treach'ry to the Church and Thee,
Pass off in Silence with Impunity;
Let no vile Traytor to their Native Land,
Enjoy what's reap'd by a rapacious Hand,
But force the Miscreants to refund that Wealth,
Gain'd in the time of War by Fraud and Stealth;
And punish them as Theives deserve who ply
At Fires, to make Advantages thereby,
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The Sufferer and make his Loss more great.
Let not Whig Threats thy Royal Courage daunt,
Thy just Designs can no Protection want;
Heav'n hath shown Wonders to preserve Thee thus,
And Thou, Great Queen, hast done the same for us;
At such a time when Faction storm'd the Throne,
And proudly aim'd to make thy Pow'r their own:
But Thou, O gracious Queen! by Heav'n inspir'd,
Hast gain'd that Point which all good Men desir'd,
Rescu'd the Church and set thy People free
From Chains, prepar'd by Foes to God and Thee;
And when the Nation groan'd beneath the smart
Of an expensive War prolong'd by Art,
Thy English-Heart a glorious Peace procur'd,
And heal'd at once the gashes of the Sword,
Giving to all the Christian World a view
Of happier Days than yet they ever knew,
Blessings alone ascrib'd to Heav'n and You.
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Crush angry Faction and assert thy Throne,
Raise up the Church above the reach of Foes,
And with new Laws her ancient Rights enclose,
Repair the Breaches which the Whigs have made,
And punish all the ill Designs they've laid,
Bend their stiff Necks to thy Imperial Sway,
Teach them that Duty they abhor to pay,
And by a legal force compel them to obey.
Then to the World Thou wilt appear most blest
Of Queens that e'er the British Throne possest;
All will admire thy Wisdom, and adore,
Thro' Love or Fear, thy Person and thy Pow'r,
Who hath perform'd such Wonders, to advance
The Church and perfect our Deliverance.
In War no Monarch could have more Success,
None reap more Glory and enjoy it less:
No Royal Victor in the End obtain
A nobler Peace to crown a Prosp'rous Reign;
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A Faction prodigal of Pow'r at home,
When all believ'd, who saw how far they'd run,
The Task too hard to be perform'd so soon;
But Heav'n, who with Resentment cast an Eye
Upon their base Designs tow'rds Majesty,
Inspir'd thy Royal Vertues, e're too late,
With awful Courage, for a Work so great,
Which, in a sinful Land could ne'er have been
So well perform'd but by so Just a Queen.
May hourly Pray'rs, for thy Eternal Reign,
To God, be offer'd by the best of Men;
And may their good Examples teach the rest
To truly know how much in Thee they're blest,
That all may humbly to thy Scepter bow,
And to thy Throne sincere Allegiance vow.
Domestick Jars and Feuds for ever cease,
That our Obedience may compleat thy Ease,
Who makes us truly happy in a glorious Peace.
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