The Works of the Reverend and Learned Isaac Watts, D. D. Containing, besides his Sermons, and Essays on miscellaneous subjects, several additional pieces, Selected from his Manuscripts by the Rev. Dr. Jennings, and the Rev. Dr. Doddridge, in 1753: to which are prefixed, memoirs of the life of the author, compiled by the Rev. George Burder. In six volumes |
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LXI.—ON THE CORONATION OF THEIR MAJESTIES KING GEORGE II. AND QUEEN CAROLINE. OCTOBER 11, 1727. |
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LXI.—ON THE CORONATION OF THEIR MAJESTIES KING GEORGE II. AND QUEEN CAROLINE. OCTOBER 11, 1727.
The Coronation-Day. An Ode.
‘Ergo armis invicte heros age: Fortibus apta
‘Ensem humeris; meritam clementia temperet iram
‘Dum regis, & leges molli clementer acerbas.
‘Te super æquævos omnes regnator olympi
‘Diligit, & læto vultum exhilaravit olivo;
‘Ille tuum sacro cingit diademate crinem,
‘Transmittetque tuam longæva in sæcula famam. [OMITTED]
‘En regina tori consors tibi dextera adhæret,
‘Auro picta sinus, auro radiata capillos;
‘Tota decens, tota est gemmisque insignis & auro:
‘At facies cultum illustrat, facieque decorâ
‘Pulchrior est animus.
Buchan.
‘Ensem humeris; meritam clementia temperet iram
‘Dum regis, & leges molli clementer acerbas.
‘Te super æquævos omnes regnator olympi
‘Diligit, & læto vultum exhilaravit olivo;
‘Ille tuum sacro cingit diademate crinem,
‘Transmittetque tuam longæva in sæcula famam. [OMITTED]
‘En regina tori consors tibi dextera adhæret,
‘Auro picta sinus, auro radiata capillos;
‘Tota decens, tota est gemmisque insignis & auro:
‘At facies cultum illustrat, facieque decorâ
‘Pulchrior est animus.
Buchan.
I
Rise, happy morn; fair sun, arise;Shed radiant gold around the skies,
And rich in beams and blessings shine
Profuse on George and Caroline.
II
Illustrious pair! No tear to-dayBedew the royal parents' clay!
'Tis George the blest remounts the throne,
With double vigour in his son.
III
Lo, the majestic form appears,Sparkling in life and manly years:
The kingdom's pride, the nation's choice,
And heav'n approves Britannia's voice.
IV
Monarch, assume thy pow'rs, and standThe guardian-hero of our land:
Let Albion's sons thy style proclaim,
And distant realms revere thy name.
V
Bear on thy brows th'imperial crown;Rebellion dies beneath thy frown:
A thousand gems of lustre shed
Their lights and honours round thy head.
VI
Lift up thy rod of majesty,The foes of God and man shall flee:
Vice with her execrable band
Shakes at the sword in George's hand.
VII
Law, justice, valour, mercy rideIn arms of triumph at his side;
And each celestial grace is seen
In milder glories round the Queen.
VIII
Hail, royal fair! divinely wise!Not Austrian crowns could tempt thy eyes
To part with truth. 'Twas brave disdain,
When Cæsar sigh'd, and lov'd in vain.
IX
But heav'n provides a rich reward:George is thy lover and thy lord:
The British lion bears thy fame,
Where Austrian eagles have no name.
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See the fair train of princes near:Come, Frederic, royal youth, appear,
And grace the day. Shall foreign charms
Still hold thee from thy country's arms.
XI
Britain, thy country ? Prince arise,The morning-star to gild our skies;
(O may no cloud thy lustre stain!)
Come, lead along the shining train.
XII
Each in parental virtues dress'd,Each born to make a nation bless'd:
What kings, what heroes yet ungrown,
Shall court the nymphs to grace their throne!
XIII
Mark that young branch of rising fame,Proud of our great deliverer's name:
He promises in infant bloom,
To scourge some tyrant-power of Rome.
XIV
Bloom on, fair stem! Each flow'r that blows,Adds new despair to Albion's foes,
And kills their hearts. O glorious view
Of joys for Albion, ever new!
XV
Religion, duty, truth and love,In ranks of honours shine and move;
Pale envy, slander, fraud and spite,
Retire, and hide in caves of night.
XVI
Europe, behold th'amazing scene:Empire and liberty convene
To join their joys and wishes here,
While Rome and hell consent to fear.
XVII
Eternal God, whose boundless swayAngels and starry worlds obey,
Command thy choicest favours down,
Where thy own hands have fix'd the crown.
XVIII
Come, light divine, and grace unknown,Come, aid the labours of the throne:
Let Britain's golden ages run
In circles lasting as the sun.
XIX
Bid some bright legion from the skyAssist the glad solemnity:
Ye hosts, that wait on favourite kings,
Wave your broad swords, and clap your wings.
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Then rise, and to your realms conveyThe glorious tidings of the day:
Great William shall rejoice to know,
That George the second reigns below.
That ingenious device of the figures of Great Britain and the protestant religion attending her majesty on her coronation medal, with the motto, Hic amor, Hæc patria, may support and justify these expressions.
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