An Ode on the Birth-Day of his Royal Highness the Prince of Wales ... Written by Mr. Welsted |
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To the PRINCESS.
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To the PRINCESS.
O Born for Nations! Britain's Joy confest!A publick Blessing, and compleatly blest!
Whatever's lovely in the Female Race,
In her Unites with more than Female Grace:
Virtue less Awe assumes in Beauty's Seat,
And Wisdom charms us in the Mien of Wit:
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The Prince's Wife, or Daughter of the King:
In her bright Life each Excellence is shown,
A Galaxy of Charms, the Sex in one.
So the rich Tree, in Java's spicy Vale,
Revives the Air, and breaths in every Gale:
From her the Mace, the Cinnamon, and Clove
Diffuse their blended Odours thro' the Grove:
The loaded Branch with copious Fragrance blooms,
And gives not simply one, but all Perfumes.
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