A Poetical Epistle, Addressed To Her Royal Highness The Princess of Wales on Her Reception in Britain, and The Royal Nuptials. With Verses, Introductory and Apologetical, To the Hon. George Melville Leslie. By the Rev. Samuel Martin |
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POETICAL EPISTLE,
ADDRESSED To Her Royal Highness THE PRINCESS OF WALES.
Far from the busy crowd, and festive scene,
Immers'd in Contemplation's bowers serene,
Resides the bard: No sullen censor he,
Nor cynic railer at hilarity;
But, with a keen, discriminating eye,
He views the phases of the moral sky:
Heighten'd by faith, his love of human kind
Respects the bliss and culture of the mind:
With him, Life's estimate includes the tomb,
And earth's a passage to the world to come.
Immers'd in Contemplation's bowers serene,
Resides the bard: No sullen censor he,
Nor cynic railer at hilarity;
But, with a keen, discriminating eye,
He views the phases of the moral sky:
Heighten'd by faith, his love of human kind
Respects the bliss and culture of the mind:
With him, Life's estimate includes the tomb,
And earth's a passage to the world to come.
Lo, in his philanthropic reveries,
Themes for his verse he sees, or thinks he sees;
While he participates Britannia's joy,
While now the chequer'd times his thoughts employ.
And may not I, unblam'd, he inly says,
Indulge my musings, and pursue my lays?
Can Caroline the moral themes despise,
That from the joy in Caroline arise?
It is decided: And, as if she heard,
With most profound regard, proceeds the bard.
Themes for his verse he sees, or thinks he sees;
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While now the chequer'd times his thoughts employ.
And may not I, unblam'd, he inly says,
Indulge my musings, and pursue my lays?
Can Caroline the moral themes despise,
That from the joy in Caroline arise?
It is decided: And, as if she heard,
With most profound regard, proceeds the bard.
What was thy welcome to the British shore?
Through all the land what gratulations pour!
What splendour and festivity unite,
To celebrate the national delight!
How brightly is inscrib'd, on every scene,
Britannia happy in her future Queen!
From south to north resounds the favour'd name:
Peers, commons, people, join in one acclaim:
The saint's, the patriot's, the nation's prayer,
May Caroline be Heaven's peculiar care!
Through all the land what gratulations pour!
What splendour and festivity unite,
To celebrate the national delight!
How brightly is inscrib'd, on every scene,
Britannia happy in her future Queen!
From south to north resounds the favour'd name:
Peers, commons, people, join in one acclaim:
The saint's, the patriot's, the nation's prayer,
May Caroline be Heaven's peculiar care!
Nor parent's heart, nor amity's desire,
Or partial love, to fonder scenes aspire.
Or partial love, to fonder scenes aspire.
And I would act the gratulating part;
And, in my Doric verse, indulge my heart.
And, in my Doric verse, indulge my heart.
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If worldly splendour marks the just degree
Of human bliss, who may not envy thee;
Of all that tread sublime the mortal stage,
The second of the isle, and of the age,
With all that's dear and promising conjoin'd?
Ambition's self sighs not a wish behind.
Of human bliss, who may not envy thee;
Of all that tread sublime the mortal stage,
The second of the isle, and of the age,
With all that's dear and promising conjoin'd?
Ambition's self sighs not a wish behind.
Hail to the first, the leader of the fair,
The nation's boast, and ornament, and care;
In whom, in happy symmetry, commix
All that adorns and dignifies the sex.
Here Beauty shines; there Modesty withdraws,
Securing most, as most she shuns, applause:
Here culture adds new lustre to the gem;
There Virtue sheds a still more radiant beam,—
Virtue, by Faith and Piety matur'd;
By Faith and Hope, celestial peace secur'd.
And, say a thousand tongues, ten thousand hearts,
How great, how difficult, the leader's parts!
How various, how conspicuous, and new,—
Most captivating, and most awful, too!
Hail to the leader of the British fair!
The first in glory, not the least in care.
The nation's boast, and ornament, and care;
In whom, in happy symmetry, commix
All that adorns and dignifies the sex.
Here Beauty shines; there Modesty withdraws,
Securing most, as most she shuns, applause:
Here culture adds new lustre to the gem;
There Virtue sheds a still more radiant beam,—
Virtue, by Faith and Piety matur'd;
By Faith and Hope, celestial peace secur'd.
And, say a thousand tongues, ten thousand hearts,
How great, how difficult, the leader's parts!
How various, how conspicuous, and new,—
Most captivating, and most awful, too!
Hail to the leader of the British fair!
The first in glory, not the least in care.
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Nor solely, in this all-attractive sphere,
Thy sweet, thy blissful influence shall appear.
The public taste to form and to refine,
To be the model and the guard, is thine:
To thee the Arts direct a keen regard;
And Genius, in thy smile, feels her reward:
The Virtues and the Graces all attend
Their brightest ornament, and warmest friend.
Forth from the palace may there ever flow
The stream of bliss, reviving all below!
Thy sweet, thy blissful influence shall appear.
The public taste to form and to refine,
To be the model and the guard, is thine:
To thee the Arts direct a keen regard;
And Genius, in thy smile, feels her reward:
The Virtues and the Graces all attend
Their brightest ornament, and warmest friend.
Forth from the palace may there ever flow
The stream of bliss, reviving all below!
Britannia! in every land, thy laws,
Thy well-pois'd government, command applause.
Here Monarchy and Freedom sweetly blend;
And the great master is the greatest friend.
Here strangers, with delight and wonder, see
The brilliant court, the village safe and free.
Yet not the summit of terrestrial state,
Nor all the honours of the good and great,
The subject's love, the patriot's ardent zeal,
The self-perfectionating common-weal,
Exempt from cares: And, who shall best employ
Her study to enhance the monarch's joy?
Who shall contribute to relieve the cares
Of majesty? the pleasing task be her's!
Anticipating, as these cares employ,
The consort's future cares, and future joy!
Thy well-pois'd government, command applause.
Here Monarchy and Freedom sweetly blend;
And the great master is the greatest friend.
Here strangers, with delight and wonder, see
The brilliant court, the village safe and free.
Yet not the summit of terrestrial state,
Nor all the honours of the good and great,
The subject's love, the patriot's ardent zeal,
The self-perfectionating common-weal,
Exempt from cares: And, who shall best employ
Her study to enhance the monarch's joy?
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Of majesty? the pleasing task be her's!
Anticipating, as these cares employ,
The consort's future cares, and future joy!
Illustrious princess! as we fondly trace
Thy every opening, every promis'd grace;
And, in imagination, boldly climb
Thy height of state, brought gently round by time;
With what emotion do we look around
On the wide view of elevated ground!
Objects august and various strike the eye,
The first in interest and celebrity:
Objects and scenes so great, and dear, and new,
Suggest comparison, and sad review.
Thy every opening, every promis'd grace;
And, in imagination, boldly climb
Thy height of state, brought gently round by time;
With what emotion do we look around
On the wide view of elevated ground!
Objects august and various strike the eye,
The first in interest and celebrity:
Objects and scenes so great, and dear, and new,
Suggest comparison, and sad review.
Rais'd to this height sublime, we sigh and say:
There was a court, there was a town, so gay,
So splendid, so distinguish'd, so renown'd;
Alike with laurels, and with ivy crown'd.
A very Babylon of arts and arms,
And still more mark'd by pleasure's wasteful charms.
There was a court, there was a town, so gay,
So splendid, so distinguish'd, so renown'd;
Alike with laurels, and with ivy crown'd.
A very Babylon of arts and arms,
And still more mark'd by pleasure's wasteful charms.
Here fashion held her court, capricious fay,
A very despot of resistless sway.
Here all was festive, all was pomp and show,
All that or art can form, or wealth bestow:
The self-reputed mistress of the world,
Versailles's court, to desolation hurl'd!
A very despot of resistless sway.
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All that or art can form, or wealth bestow:
The self-reputed mistress of the world,
Versailles's court, to desolation hurl'd!
And did thy rival of the isles rejoice,
O'er Bab'lon fall'n, with an exulting voice?
Does she felicitate herself the queen
Of nations, all secure, and all serene,
Amidst the desolations of the times,
Of tumult, and vicissitude, and crimes?
No: the distinction of a godlike fame
Never more justly can Britannia claim.
O'er Bab'lon fall'n, with an exulting voice?
Does she felicitate herself the queen
Of nations, all secure, and all serene,
Amidst the desolations of the times,
Of tumult, and vicissitude, and crimes?
No: the distinction of a godlike fame
Never more justly can Britannia claim.
As with one mind inspir'd, the court, the peers,
The commons, o'er her fall, dissolve in tears:
Ranks, sexes, ages, with one heart, deplore
The depredations of usurping power,
Ferocity and ruin widely spread,
And, awfully renew'd, the hydra head.
The commons, o'er her fall, dissolve in tears:
Ranks, sexes, ages, with one heart, deplore
The depredations of usurping power,
Ferocity and ruin widely spread,
And, awfully renew'd, the hydra head.
Yes, and we still with moisten'd eye review
Her fall, and tender sympathy renew.
Her fall, and tender sympathy renew.
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Nature, indeed, and sensibility
Shrink from the picture, and its horrors fly
Reproaching memory, and shun the pain
She brings, with ev'ry effort, but in vain:
And of the thousand instances of woe,
In ruin's streams that do not cease to flow,
Of prospects blasted, families dispers'd,
And fates and fortunes awfully revers'd;
The feeling heart with anxious care conceals,
In effort, but most faithfully reveals
The royal sufferers: In that dark, deep shade,
How brilliant is Britannia's glory made!
The thick, dark, dark'ning cloud of anarchy
Brightens the rainbow of the British sky.
Shrink from the picture, and its horrors fly
Reproaching memory, and shun the pain
She brings, with ev'ry effort, but in vain:
And of the thousand instances of woe,
In ruin's streams that do not cease to flow,
Of prospects blasted, families dispers'd,
And fates and fortunes awfully revers'd;
The feeling heart with anxious care conceals,
In effort, but most faithfully reveals
The royal sufferers: In that dark, deep shade,
How brilliant is Britannia's glory made!
The thick, dark, dark'ning cloud of anarchy
Brightens the rainbow of the British sky.
Here reign religion, liberty, and law:
There the controul of force on subject awe.
Here, is enjoy'd, and sure, what, there, in vain,
They promis'd to command, and to maintain.
Where are the dreams of revolution? where
A more than British glory?—lost in air.
And sad reality, and bitterest grief
Condemn the past, despairing of relief.
Can we detect the ever-working Power,
To blast, to undermine, and to devour
The Gallic empire? Was there not a cause?
Fires, tempests, earthquakes rage by proper laws.
There the controul of force on subject awe.
Here, is enjoy'd, and sure, what, there, in vain,
They promis'd to command, and to maintain.
Where are the dreams of revolution? where
A more than British glory?—lost in air.
And sad reality, and bitterest grief
Condemn the past, despairing of relief.
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To blast, to undermine, and to devour
The Gallic empire? Was there not a cause?
Fires, tempests, earthquakes rage by proper laws.
Answers, of a decisive tone, are heard,
On ev'ry hand, and overwhelm the bard.
On ev'ry hand, and overwhelm the bard.
This, this, cries one, the all-explaining cause;
Partial, oppressive, arbitrary laws.
Partial, oppressive, arbitrary laws.
The manners, and the science of the age,
Pronounces primly the conceited sage;
And glories in the havoc of the storm,
At length, to introduce his dear REFORM.
Pronounces primly the conceited sage;
And glories in the havoc of the storm,
At length, to introduce his dear REFORM.
His voice is follow'd from the other side:
'Tis ignorance has swell'd confusion's tide;
And, the transition from implicit faith
To frantic irreligion points the path.
'Tis ignorance has swell'd confusion's tide;
And, the transition from implicit faith
To frantic irreligion points the path.
Philosophy and liberty run mad
Are the full springs of ev'ry thing that's bad.
Are the full springs of ev'ry thing that's bad.
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'Tis now America explains; anon
The church is held, the fall of Babylon.
The church is held, the fall of Babylon.
The female influence, the poissarde tribe,
Are brought in view, and the litigious scribe.
While others swear, with a ferocious grin,
The court, the court's th'exterminating sin.
Are brought in view, and the litigious scribe.
While others swear, with a ferocious grin,
The court, the court's th'exterminating sin.
By these Britannia, and her princess, know
Britannia's glory, and her rival's woe:
Know, under Providence, her firm support
Religion, learning, laws, a virtuous court.
Britannia's glory, and her rival's woe:
Know, under Providence, her firm support
Religion, learning, laws, a virtuous court.
To all that's great and good religion forms:
Science foresees, and shuns impending storms:
From British laws what privileges flow!
What blessings does a virtuous court bestow!
Science foresees, and shuns impending storms:
From British laws what privileges flow!
What blessings does a virtuous court bestow!
In these, illustrious princess! Britons see
Their better fate, and turn their eyes to thee.
Their better fate, and turn their eyes to thee.
False delicacy, and the servile train
Of sycophants, would check the moral strain;
Would still the voice of wisdom, and proscribe,
From royal ears, all but the soothing tribe.
Of sycophants, would check the moral strain;
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From royal ears, all but the soothing tribe.
“It is uncourtly but to use the tongue
Of adulation, and the syren's song;
To scatter flowers, to celebrate the past,
And promise glories evermore to last:
He is a bard uncourtly, who recites
Aught but soft Pleasure's visions and delights.”
Of adulation, and the syren's song;
To scatter flowers, to celebrate the past,
And promise glories evermore to last:
He is a bard uncourtly, who recites
Aught but soft Pleasure's visions and delights.”
Shall truth indeed be banish'd from the great,
And friendship's noblest work disgust create?
'Tis friendship's office faithfully to show,
And to secure against the path to woe:
'Tis friendship's work divine to point the road
To excellence, to happiness, to God.
And friendship's noblest work disgust create?
'Tis friendship's office faithfully to show,
And to secure against the path to woe:
'Tis friendship's work divine to point the road
To excellence, to happiness, to God.
The mean advice we spurn, and the false view
Of greatness, and the moral theme pursue.
Of greatness, and the moral theme pursue.
Yes, it is truth, not declamation, cries:
Ruin and misery from vice arise:
The dissipated pleasure-seeking band
Destroy themselves, and desolate a land
And pride and false philosophy combine
The worthy and the great to undermine,
In man, in families, in nations too;
And order, virtue, safety, bliss, undo;
And maturate the complicated woe
O'er Gallia that does not cease to flow.
Ruin and misery from vice arise:
The dissipated pleasure-seeking band
Destroy themselves, and desolate a land
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The worthy and the great to undermine,
In man, in families, in nations too;
And order, virtue, safety, bliss, undo;
And maturate the complicated woe
O'er Gallia that does not cease to flow.
A voice proclaims aloud, “When the high hand
Of Heav'n is rais'd, shall man not understand?
When judgments are abroad, shall man not learn
His danger, and his duty, to discern?”
Of Heav'n is rais'd, shall man not understand?
When judgments are abroad, shall man not learn
His danger, and his duty, to discern?”
But chiefly they are call'd, and they are blest,
The great and good, the torrent to resist,
That desolates mankind; and, greater they,
To safety and to bliss who lead the way;
Adorning and exalting highest place,
By mild authority, and winning grace,
By bright example, and the nameless arts
That sweetly charm, and gently form the hearts.
The great and good, the torrent to resist,
That desolates mankind; and, greater they,
To safety and to bliss who lead the way;
Adorning and exalting highest place,
By mild authority, and winning grace,
By bright example, and the nameless arts
That sweetly charm, and gently form the hearts.
The glory and the bliss of human kind,
A virtuous court, it ravishes the mind!
Imagination paints, and hope enjoys,
Once more on earth, the glory of the skies,
In emblem bright, where peace and love prevail,
And injury and fear for ever fail.
A virtuous court, it ravishes the mind!
Imagination paints, and hope enjoys,
Once more on earth, the glory of the skies,
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And injury and fear for ever fail.
Illustrious princess! hear the fervent prayer
Which saints and patriots, with the bard, prefer.
Which saints and patriots, with the bard, prefer.
May vice appall'd shrink from thy genial ray:
May worth and bliss secure a cloudless day:
And may the coming century proclaim
That Caroline inherits Charlotte's fame:
Forth from the palace may there ever flow
The stream of bliss reviving all below.
May worth and bliss secure a cloudless day:
And may the coming century proclaim
That Caroline inherits Charlotte's fame:
Forth from the palace may there ever flow
The stream of bliss reviving all below.
Nor to the limits of a life serene,
Useful and glorious, to the latest scene,
Great princess! is the fervent pray'r confin'd:
'Tis faith inspires the love of human kind,
Regards the soul, includes the world to come,
Heav'n's gates unbars, and triumphs o'er the tomb.
Useful and glorious, to the latest scene,
Great princess! is the fervent pray'r confin'd:
'Tis faith inspires the love of human kind,
Regards the soul, includes the world to come,
Heav'n's gates unbars, and triumphs o'er the tomb.
Dare I proceed, and shall my humble rhyme
Attempt a theme, more awful and sublime,
And more transporting? Shall I burst the bounds
Of sense, and tread on supersolar grounds,
The shining mansions of the blest survey,
And join the myriads of eternal day?
Attempt a theme, more awful and sublime,
And more transporting? Shall I burst the bounds
Of sense, and tread on supersolar grounds,
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And join the myriads of eternal day?
I may proceed: my terrors disappear
When this is gently whisper'd in my ear:
When this is gently whisper'd in my ear:
To echo inspiration is no crime;
And, here, simplicity is the sublime.
And, here, simplicity is the sublime.
By faith's anticipations rais'd on high,
We ask, amid the glories of the sky,
Whose is the brightest crown, the sweetest grace,
The highest bliss and glory of the place?
We ask, amid the glories of the sky,
Whose is the brightest crown, the sweetest grace,
The highest bliss and glory of the place?
'Tis more than cherub that proclaims the word;
Hear, hear the oracle; thus saith the lord,
Hear, hear the oracle; thus saith the lord,
“When sublunary glories are no more,
And beauty and distinction lose their power;
That woman is with brightest glory crown'd,
For virtue and for piety renown'd .”
And beauty and distinction lose their power;
That woman is with brightest glory crown'd,
For virtue and for piety renown'd .”
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