Let fofter ftrains ill-fated * Henry mourn, And palms eternal flourish round his urn. Here o'er the Martyr-king the marble weeps

And faft befide him, once-fear'd † Edward fleeps:
Whom not th' extended Albion could contain,
From old Belerium to the nothern main,

The grave unites; where ev'n the great find reft,
And blended lie th' oppreffor and the oppreft!

Make facred Charles's tomb for ever known,
(Obfcure the place, and uninfcrib'd the ftone,)
Oh fact accurft! what tears has Albion fhed,
Heav'ns what new wounds! and how her old have

She faw her fons with purple deaths expire,

Her facred domes involv'd in rolling fire.

A dreadful series of inteftine wars,
Inglorious triumphs, and difhoneft fcars.

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At length great Anna faid-Let difcord ceafe!
She faid, the world obey'd, and all was peace!
In that bleft moment, from his oozy bed
Old father Thames advanc'd his rev'rend head;
His treffes dropp'd with dews, and o'er the ftream
His fhining horns diffus'd a golden gleam:

Grav'd on his urn, appear'd the moon that guides
His fwelling waters, and alternate tydes;
The figur'd ftreams in waves of filver roll'd,

And on their banks Augufta rofe in gold.
Around his throne the fea-born brothers stood,
That fwell with tributary urns his flood.
Firft the fam'd authors of his ancient name,
The winding Ifts and the fruitful Tame :
The Kennet fwift, for filver eels renown'd; -
The Loddon flow, with verdant alders crown'd:
Cole, whofe clear ftreams his flowry islands lave;
And chalky Wey, that rolls a milky wave:
The blue tranfparent Vandalis appears:

The gulphy Lee his fedgy treffes rears:
And fullen Mole, that hides his diving flood;
And filent Darent, ftain'd with Danish blood.

High in the midft, upon his urn reclin'd,
(His fea-green mantle waving with the wind)
The God appear'd; he turn'd his azure eyes
Where Windfor-domes and pompous turrets rife;
Then bow'd and spoke; the winds forget to roar,
And the hush'd waves glide foftly to the shore.
Hail, facred peace! hail long-expected days,
That Thames's glory to the ftars fall raife!*

Tho'

Tho' Tyber's ftreams immortal Rome behold,
Tho' foaming Hermus fwells with tydes of gold,
From heav'n itself tho' fev'n-fold Nilus flows,
And harvests on a hundred realms bestows;
These now no more shall be the Mufe's themes,
Loft in my fame, as in the fea their ftreams.
Let Volga's banks with iron fquadrons shine,
And groves of lances glitter on the Rhine,
Let barb'rous Ganges arm a fervile train ;
Be mine the bleffings of a peaceful reign.
No more my fons fhall dye with British blood
Red Iber's fands, or Ifter's foaming flood;
Safe on my shore each unmolested swain
Shall tend the flocks, or reap the bearded grain;
The fhady empire fhall retain no trace.

Of war or blood but in the fylvan chace,

The trumpets fleep, while chearful horns are blown,
And arms employ'd on birds and beafts alone.
Behold! th' afcending Villa's on my fide,

Project long shadows o'er the crystal tyde:
Behold! Augufta's glitt'ring fpires increase,
And temples rife, the beauteous works of peace.
I fee, I fee where two fair cities bend

Their ample bow, a new White-hall ascend!

There

There mighty nations fhall enquire their doom,
The world's great oracle in times to come;

There Kings shall fue, and fuppliant ftates be feen-
Once more to bend before a British Queen.

Thy trees, fair Windfor! now shall leave their woods, And half thy forests rush into my floods,

Bear Britain's thunder, and her crofs difplay,
To the bright regions of the rifing day;

Tempt icy feas, where fcarce the waters roll,
Where clearer flames glow round the frozen pole;
Or under fouthern fkies exalt their fails,

Led by new stars, and born by fpicy gales!

For me the balm fhall bleed, and amber flow,
The coral redden, and the ruby glow,

The pearly fhell its lucid globe infold,

And Phoebus warm the rip'ning ore to gold.
The time fhall come, when free as fees or wind
Unbounded Thames fhall flow for all mankind,
Whole nations enter with each fwelling tyde,
And feas but join the regions they divide;
Earth's diftant ends our glory fhall behold,
And the new world launch forth to feek the old.
Then ships of uncouth form fhall ftem the tyde,
And feather'd people crowd my wealthy fide,

Whofe

Whofe naked youth and painted chiefs admire
Our fpeech, our colour, and our strange attire!
Oh ftretch thy reign, fair peace! from fhore to fhore,
Till conqueft ceafe, and flav'ry be no more:

Till the freed Indians in their native groves
Reap their own fruits, and wooe their fable loves,
Peru once more a race of Kings behold,
And other Mexico's be roof'd with gold.
Exil'd by thee from earth to deepest hell,
In brazen bonds fhall barb'rous difcord dwell:
Gigantick pride, pale terror, gloomy care,
And mad ambition, fhall attend her thère..
There purple vengeance bath'd in gore retires,
Her weapon's blunted, and extinct her fires:
There hateful envy her own snakes shall feel,
And perfecution mourn her broken wheel:
There faction roars, rebellion bites her chain,
And gafping furies thirft for blood in vain.

Here cease thy flight, nor with unhallow'd lays
Touch the fair fame of Albion's golden days.
The thoughts of Gods let Granville's verfe recite,
And bring the fcenes of op'ning fate to light.
My humble Mufe, in unambitious strains,
Paints the green forefts and the flow'ry plains,

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