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On the Birth of Sir Edward Turner's Son.
A Son so much desir'd, again is giv'n,
And warm repeated vows have conquer'd Heav'n;
The Public vows, for in an Age like This
A Patriot Line prolong'd is public Bliss:
Prolong'd to latest times, the Muse replies;
And, kindling with Prophetic fury, cries,
No more the tomb such early spoils shall boast!
Enough, ye Pow'rs, that one like Him was lost.
And warm repeated vows have conquer'd Heav'n;
The Public vows, for in an Age like This
A Patriot Line prolong'd is public Bliss:
Prolong'd to latest times, the Muse replies;
And, kindling with Prophetic fury, cries,
No more the tomb such early spoils shall boast!
Enough, ye Pow'rs, that one like Him was lost.
A kinder Planet shall henceforth befriend
The matchless Pair, and lasting joy attend
Their Loves, requited with the blooming store
Of two fair Pledges, and the hopes of more;
Of future Sons, to reach the Father's height;
And other Daughters, like the Mother bright.
The matchless Pair, and lasting joy attend
Their Loves, requited with the blooming store
Of two fair Pledges, and the hopes of more;
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And other Daughters, like the Mother bright.
Let Britain's Genius on his Cradle wait,
And still, as Years his Infant Pow'rs dilate,
His Parents shall by turns their aid impart,
To form his Mind, and fortify his Heart;
The tender Plant with steady culture rear,
And steer between Neglect and Over-care.
And still, as Years his Infant Pow'rs dilate,
His Parents shall by turns their aid impart,
To form his Mind, and fortify his Heart;
The tender Plant with steady culture rear,
And steer between Neglect and Over-care.
So shall advancing years his worth proclaim,
And native Virtue wing his flight to Fame;
While on his Head distinguish'd Blessings fall,
The Pray'rs of Many, and the Praise of All:
So shall his Country claim his gen'rous Pains;
Or, should he live to see the worst of Chains
Impos'd by fluent Fools, and venal Knaves,
On willing Vassals, Senate-ridden Slaves,
A private Station be his prudent choice;
For such were Nature's then and Honour's voice;
Till licens'd Robbers rouse us once again
With Him, the foremost in the Patriot train,
By tongue or sword, from whom he rose, to prove;
And Freedom, well asserted, from above
Descends like Him to glad his native Earth,
Short in the Throes, and happy in the Birth.
And native Virtue wing his flight to Fame;
While on his Head distinguish'd Blessings fall,
The Pray'rs of Many, and the Praise of All:
So shall his Country claim his gen'rous Pains;
Or, should he live to see the worst of Chains
Impos'd by fluent Fools, and venal Knaves,
On willing Vassals, Senate-ridden Slaves,
A private Station be his prudent choice;
For such were Nature's then and Honour's voice;
Till licens'd Robbers rouse us once again
With Him, the foremost in the Patriot train,
By tongue or sword, from whom he rose, to prove;
And Freedom, well asserted, from above
Descends like Him to glad his native Earth,
Short in the Throes, and happy in the Birth.
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