Poems on Several Occasions :: :: University of Virginia Library

From my full Heart bursts forth the bubling Stream;
The youthful Monarch is my darling Theme
Of sacred Verse: my Tongue, the ready Style
Of the swift Scribe, pursues the chearful Toil.
O thou in Beauty and majestic Grace
Above the Progeny of human Race!
Upon thy Lips soft Elocution flows;
Such endless Blessings God on thee bestows,
Thou, great in Arms! with military Pride,
Suspend the blazing Falchion at thy Side:
With prosp'rous Omens ride in princely State;
Truth, Mercy, Justice, in thy Train shall wait.
Thy right Hand, with inevitable Art,
Swift from the Bow shall send the piercing Dart
Against thy Foes, and fix it in their Heart.
Subdu'd and vanquish'd then the Nations all
With prostrate Homage shall before thee fall.
Thy Throne, O God! for ever shall remain;
And righteous is the Sceptre of thy Reign.
The Love of Equity delights thy Breast;
And dire Injustice all thy Thoughts detest:
For this has God, thy God himself has shed
The chearful Fragrance on thy honour'd Head
Superior to thy Peers. From thy Attire
The Tears of Myrrh with balmy Breath respire;
The aromatic Wood unfolds its Sweets,
And the rich Odour of the Cassia meets:

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In iv'ry Domes the measur'd Spices lay,
To swell thy Joys on this triumphal Day.
The royal Maids attend, an honour'd Band:
And on thy right, behold thy Consort stand;
Her fair Cymarrin rich Materials vyes,
Weighty with Gold, and gay with various Dyes.
To this Advice a willing Ear impart;
Let this, my Daughter! ease thy pensive Heart:
Forget the Pleasures of thy native Earth,
Forget the royal Authors of thy Birth;
So shall thy Beauty with thy Bliss improve,
The dearest Object of the Monarch's Love.
To him thy Lord, submissive Honour pay,
While at thy Feet Phœnicia's Daughters lay
The Wealth of Tyrus' tributary Shore;
And suppliant Strangers shall thy Grace implore.
Tho' cloath'd in radiant Metal shines the Queen,
Her noblest Charms are of the Mind unseen.
Upon her Robe the artful Needle pours
A gay Profusion of embroider'd Flow'rs:
With solemn Pompher fair Companions bring
The bright imperial Virgin to the King;
With Sounds of universal Joy they come
To the high Portals of the royal Dome.
Thy absent Sire thy Children shall repay;
And thro' the World extend their princely Sway:
My Song, the Sponsion of eternal Fame,
To future Age shall celebrate thy Name;
To thee the joyful Populace shall raise,
Their loud Acclaim, and eccho to thy Praise.