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To the Right Hon. Earl of Darlington, on his being appointed Paymaster of his Majesty's Forces.
“The royal hand, my Lord, shall raise
“To nobler heights thy name;
“Who praises thee shall meet with praise,
“Ennobled in thy same.
Smart's Ode.
“To nobler heights thy name;
“Who praises thee shall meet with praise,
“Ennobled in thy same.
Smart's Ode.
What the prophetic muse foretold is true,
And royal justice gives to worth its due;
The Roman spirit now breathes forth again,
And Virtue's temple leads to honour's fane;
But not alone to thee this grant extends,
Nor in thy rise great Brunswick's goodness ends:
Whoe'er has known thy hospitable dome,
Where each glad guest still finds himself at home:
Whoe'er has seen the numerous poor that wait
To bless thy bounty at the expanded gate;
Whoe'er has seen thee general joy impart,
And smile away chagrin from every heart,
All these are happy—pleasure reigns confest,
And thy prosperity makes thousands blest.
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