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To the Right Honourable Lady Hertford, Upon the BIRTH OF Lord BEAUCHAMP.

Once more inspir'd, I touch the trembling string;
What muse for Hertford will refuse to sing?
Thine are the fav'rite strains, and may they be
Sacred to praise, to beauty, and to Thee!

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Sudden, methinks, in vision I survey
The glorious triumphs of th' expected day:
Fair lovely sights in opening scenes appear,
And airy music trembles on my ear;
Surrounding eyes devour the beauteous boy,
And ev'ry bosom beats with sounds of joy.
Rise from thy slumbers, gentle infant, rise!
Lift thy fair head, unfold thy radiant eyes,
Whose lovely light must other courts adorn,
And wound the hearts of Beauties yet unborn
Subdue the sex, that triumphs in its pride,
And humble those, who charm the world beside.
Descend ye gentle Nine! descend, and spread
Laurels and bays around his infant-head.

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Bid noble passions in his bosom roul,
And beams of fancy dawn upon his soul;
In soften'd music bid his accents flow,
Piercing, and gentle as descending snow;
Bid him be all that can his birth commend:
The daring patriot, and unshaken friend:
Admir'd, yet humble, modest, tho' severe,
Abroad obliging, and at home sincere;
Good, just, and affable in each degree:
Such is the father, such the son shall be!
These humble strains, indulgent Hertford, spare;
Forgive the Muse, O fairest of the fair!
First in thy shades (where silver Kennet glides,
Fair Marlbro's turrets trembling in his tides:
Where peace and plenty hold their gentle reign,
And lavish nature decks the fruitful plain:

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Where the fam'd mountain lifts its walks on high,
As varying prospects open on the eye)
To love's soft theme I tun'd the warbling lyre,
And borrow'd from thy eyes poetic fire.
September the 30th. 1725. W. Harte.