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Let softer strains ill-fated * Henry mourn,
And palms eternal flourish round his urn.
Here o'er the Martyr-king the marble weeps
And fast beside him, once-fear'd † Edward sleeps':
Whom not th' extended Albion could contain,
From old Belerium to the nothern main,
The grave unites; where ev'n the great find rest,
And blended lie th' oppressor and the opprest!

Make sacred Charles's tomb for ever known,
(Obscure the place, and uninscrib’d the stone,)
Oh fact accurst! what tears has Albion shed,
Heay'ns what new wounds! and how her old have
She saw her sons with purple deaths expire,

[bled? Her sacred domes involv'd in rolling fire. A dreadful series of intestine wars, Inglorious triumphs, and dishonest scars. At length great Anna said — Let discord cease ! She said, the world obey'd, and all was peace !

In that blest moment, from his oozy bed Old father Thames advanc'd his rey'rend head; His trefses dropp'd with dews, and o'er the stream His fhining horns diffus'd a golden gleam:

* Henry VI

7 Edward IV,



Gray'd on his urn, appear'd the moon that guides
His swelling waters, and alternate tydes;
The figur'd streams in waves of filver rollid,
And on their banks Augufta rose in gold.
Around his throne the sea-born brothers stood,
That swell with tributary urns his flood.
First the fam'd authors of his ancient name,
The winding Isis and the fruitful Tame :
The Kennet swift, for silver eels renown'd;
The Loddon flow, with verdant alders crown'd:
Cole, whose clear streams his flowry islands lave;
And chalky Wey, that rolls a milky wave:
The blue transparent Vandalis appears :
The gulphy Lee his sedgy tresses rears:
And sullen Mole, that hides his diving flood;
And filent Darent, ftain'd with Danish blood.

High in the midst, upon his urn reclin'd,
(His sea-green mantle waving with the wind)
The God appear’d; he turn'd his azure eyes
Where Windfor domes and pompgus turrets rise ; ;
Then bow'd and spoke; the winds forget to roar,
And the hulh'd waves glide foftly to the shore. !

Hail, facred peace! hail long-expected days, That Thames's glory to the stars frall raise!


Tho' Tyber's streams immortal Rome behold,
Tho' foaming Hermus swells with tydes of gold,
From heav'n itself tho' sev'n-fold Nilus flows,
And harvests on a hundred realms bestows;
These now no more shall be the Muse's themes,
Loft in my fame, as in the sea their streams.
Let Volga's banks with iron squadrons (hine,
And groves of lances glitter on the Rhine,
Let barb'rous Ganges arm a servile train ;
Be mine the blessings of a peaceful reign.
No more my sons shall dye with British blood
Red Iber's sands, or ifter's foaming flood;
Safe on my shore each unmolested swain
Shall tend the flocks, or reap the bearded grain;
The shady empire shall retain no trace
Of war or blood but in the sylvan chace,
The trumpets fleep, while chearful horns are blown,
And arms employ'd on birds and beasts alone.
Behold! th' ascending Villa's on my fide,
Project long shadows Q'er the crystal tyde:
Behold! Augufta's glitt'ring fpires increase,
And temples rise, the beauteous works of peace.

I fee, I fee where two fair cities bend
Their ample bow, a new White-hall ascend!


There mighty nations shall enquire their doom,
The world's great oracle in times to come;
There Kings shall sue, and suppliant states be seen
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 cross display,
To the bright regions of the rising day;
Tempt icy seas, where scarce the waters roll,
Where clearer fames glow round the frozen pole;
Or under southern skies exalt their fails,
Led by new stars, and born by spicy gales !
For me the balm shall bleed, and amber flow,
The coral redden, and the ruby glow,
The pearly shell its lucid globe infold,
And Phoebus warm the rip'ning ore to gold.
The time shall come, when free as sees or wind
Unbounded Thames shall flow for all mankind,
Whole nations enter with each swelling tyde,
And seas but join the regions they divide;
Earth's distant ends our glory shall behold,
And the new world launch forth to seek the old,
Then ships of uncouth form shall stem the tyde,
And feather'd people crowd my wealthy fide,


Whose naked youth and painted chiefs admire
Our speech, our colour, and our strange attire!
Oh stretch 'thy reign, fair peace! from shore to shorë,
Till conqueft cease, 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 shall barb'rous discord dwell:
Gigantick pride, pale terror, gloomy care,
And mad ambition, shall attend her thère.
There púrple vengeance bath'd in gore retires,
Her weapons blunted, and extinct her fires :
There hateful envy her own snakes shall feel,
And persecution mourn her broken wheel:
There faction roars, rébellion bites her chain,
And gafping furies thirst 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 verse recite,
And bring the scenes of op'ning fate to light.
My humble Muse, in unambitious strains,
Paints the green forests and the flow'ry plains,



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