What shall thy fubjects fay, and what thy friends?
How fhall thy triumphs in our joy be feen?
Oh! deign to let the eldeft of the nine
Recite Britannia great, and Gallia free:
Ch! with her fifter sculpture let her join
To raise great Anne, the monument to thee;
To thee, of all our good the facred spring;

To thee, our dearest dread; to thee, our fofter king.
XXVIII.

Let Europe fav'd the column high erect, Than Trajan's higher, or than Antonine's; Where fembling art may carve the fair effect And full atchievment of thy great defigns. In a calm Heaven, and a ferener air, Sublime the queen fhall on the fummit ftand, From danger far, as far remov'd from fear, And pointing down to earth her dread command. All winds, all ftorms, that threaten human woe, Shall fink beneath her feet, and spread their rage

below.

XXIX.

Their fleets shall strive, by winds and waters toft,

Till the young Auftrian on Iberia's ftrand,

Great as Æneas on the Latian coaft,

Shall fix his foot: and this, be this the land,

Great Jove, where I forever will remain,
(The empire's other hope fhall fay) and here

Vanquish'd, intomb'd I'll lie; or, crown'd, I'll reign---
O virtue to thy British mother dear!

Like the fam'd Trojan fuffer and abide ;

For Anne is thine, I ween, as Venus was his guide. XXX.

There, in eternal characters engrav'd,
Vigo, and Gibraltar, and Barcelone.

Their force deftroy'd, their privileges fav'd,
Shall Anna's terrors and her mercies own:
Spain, from th' ufurper Bourbon's arms retriev'd,
Shall with new life and grateful joy appear,
Numbering the wonders which that youth atchiev'd,
Whom Anna clad in arms and fent to war;
Whom Anna fent to claim Iberia's throne;

And made him more than king, in calling him her fon.

XXXI.

There Ifther, pleas'd by Blenheim's glorious field, Rolling fhall bid his eastern waves declare Germania fav'd by Britain's ample shield, And bleeding Gaul afflicted by her spear; Shall bid them mention Marlborough on that shore, Leading his iflanders, renown'd in arms, Through climes, where never British chief before Or pitch'd his camp, or founded his alarms;

*

Vigo was furprized by the Duke of Ormond and Sir George Rooke, and the galleons taken and deftroyed in the year 1702; Gibraltar by Sir George Rooke in 1704 i and Barcelona by the Prince of Heffe and the Earl of Peterborough in 1705.

Shall

Shall bid them blefs the queen, who made his ftreams, Glorious as thofe of Boyne, and fafe as thofe of Thames. XXXII.

Brabantia, clad with fields, and crown'd with towers, With decent joy fhall her deliverer meet;

Shall own thy arms, great queen, and bless thy powers,
Laying the keys beneath thy fubject's feet.

Flandria, by plenty made the home of war,
Shall weep
her crime, and bow to Charles restor❜d;
With double vows fhall bless thy happy care,
In having drawn, and having fheath'd the fword;
From these their fifter provinces fhall know,

How Anne fupports a friend, and how forgives a foc
XXXIII.

Bright fwords, and crested helms, and pointed fpears,
In artful piles around the work shall lie;
And shields indented deep in ancient wars,
Blazon'd with figns of Gallic heraldry;

And ftandards with diftinguish'd honours bright,
Marks of high power and national command,
Which Valois' fons, and Bourbon's bore in fight,
Or gave to Foix' or Montmorancy's hand:

Great spoils, which Gallia must to Britain yield,
From Creffy's battle fav'd, to grace Ramilia's field.
XXXIV.

And, as fine art the spaces may dispose,

The knowing thought and curious eye fhall fee
Thy emblem, gracious queen, the British rofe,
Type of fweet rule and gentle majefty:

The

The northern thistle, whom no hostile hand
Unhurt too rudely may provoke, I ween;
Hibernia's harp, device of her command,
And parent of her mirth, fhall there be feen:
Thy vanquish'd lillies, France, decay'd and torn,
Shall with diforder'd pomp the lafting work adorn,
XXXV.

Beneath, great Queen, oh! very far beneath,
Near to the ground, and on the humble base,
To fave herself from darkness and from death,
That Mufe defires the laft, the lowest place;
Who, though unmeet, yet touch'd the trembling ftring,
For the fair fame of Anne and Albion's land,
Who durft of war and martial fury fing;

And when thy will, and when thy fubject's hand, Had quell'd those wars, and bid that fury ceafe; Hangs up her grateful harp to conqueft, and to peace,

HER RIGHT NAME.

As Nancy at her toilet sat,

Admiring this, and blaming that;

Tell me, the faid; but tell me true;

The nymph who could your heart fubdue,
What fort of charms does she possess?
Abfolve me, fair one: I'll confefs;

With pleasure I reply'd. Her hair,
In ringlets rather dark than fair,
Does down her ivory bofom roll,
And, hiding half, adorns the whole.
In her high forehead's fair half round
Love fits in open triumph crown'd:
He in the dimple of her chin,
In private state by friends is feen.
Her eyes are neither black nor grey;
Nor fierce nor feeble is their ray;
Their dubious luftre feems to show
Something that fpeaks nor Yes, nor No.
Her lips no living bard I weet.

May fay, how red, how round, how fweet;

Old Homer only could indite,

Their vagrant grace and foft delight:

They ftand recorded in his book,

When Helen fmil'd, and Hebe spoke---
The gypfy, turning to her glass,
Too plainly fhew'd she knew the face;
And which am I moft like, fhe said,
Your Cloe, or your Nut-brown Maid?

CANTATA.