Marinda Poems and Translations upon Several Occasions [by Mary Monck] |
An Ode on the Queen's Birth-day.
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An Ode on the Queen's Birth-day.
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Phœbus arise, and with the dawning LightHaste and dispel the Mists of Night.
Less welcome was the first kind Ray
That pierc'd the dark Abyss, and lighted up the Day,
Less welcome to the barren Earth,
Than is to us the Morn, that gave to Anna Birth.
Be Anna Heaven's peculiar Care;
Ye Angels be her Guardians here,
And watch around her Head, whilst she
Is Guardian of our Europe's Liberty.
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To Her th'Oppress'd for Refuge fly,To Heaven and Her in vain th'Oppress'd can never cry.
She with impartial Hand does weigh
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As her Power turns the Scales;
A Power too great for any Hand, besides
That which equal Justice guides.
Long while had Vict'ry, that Bird of Prey,
Stoop'd to the Tyrant's Lure;
Anna has chain'd her to the juster Side,
Taught her the Rights of Nations to secure.
Be Anna Heaven's, &c.
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Thrice happy theyUnder her wise and gentle Sway,
Who stand upon the Shoar, and only see from far
All the Rage and Storms of War;
Safe in her pious Care they rest,
And with the Sweets of Peace in midst of Wars are blest.
Thus when thick Darkness Ægypt spread around,
In Goshen's Land alone the Light of Day was found.
Be Anna, &c.
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