Fallen, fallen for ever, is the Gallic power.- While thus the ruin'd foe's despair commends Thy council and thy deed, victorious queen, What shall thy subjects say, and what thy friends? How shall thy triumphs in our joy be seen? Oh! deign to let the eldest of the nine Recite Britannia great, and Gallia free: Oh! with her sister sculpture let her join To raise, great Anne, the monument to thee; To thee, of all our good the sacred spring To thee, our dearest dread; to thee, our softer king. Let Europe sav'd the column high erect, Than Trajan's higher, or than Antonine's ; Where sembling art may carve the fair effect And full achievement of the great designs. In a calm Heaven, and a serener air, Sublime the queen shall on the summit stand, From danger far, as far remov'd from fear, And pointing down to earth her dread command. All winds, all storms, that threaten human woe, Shall sink beneath her feet, and spread their rage below. Their fleets shall strive, by winds and waters toss'd, Till the young Austrian on Iberia's strand, Shall fix his foot: and this, be this the land, Like the fam'd Trojan suffer and abide; For Anne is thine, I ween, as Venus was his guide. There, in eternal characters engrav'd, Vigo,1 and Gibraltar, and Barcelone, Their force destroy'd, their privileges sav'd, Shall Anna's terrors and her mercies own: Spain, from th' usurper Bourbon's arms retriev’d, Shall with new life and grateful joy appear, Numbering the wonders which that youth achiev'd, Whom Anna clad in arms and sent to war; Whom Anna sent to claim Iberia's throne; And made him more than king, in calling him her son. There Isther, pleas'd by Blenheim's glorious field, Rolling shall bid his eastern waves declare Germania sav'd by Britain's ample shield, 1 Vigo was surprised by the Duke of Ormond and Sir George Rooke, and the galleons taken and destroyed in the year 1702; Gibraltar by Sir George Rooke in 1704; and Barcelona by the Prince of Hesse and the Earl of Peterborough in 1705. And bleeding Gaul afflicted by her spear; streams Glorious as those of Boyne, and safe as those of Thames. Brabantia, clad with fields, and crown'd with towers, With decent joy shall her deliverer meet; powers, Laying the keys beneath thy subject's feet. Shall weep her crime, and bow to Charles restor❜d; Bright swords, and crested helms, and pointed spears, In artful piles around the work shall lie; And standards with distinguish'd honours bright, Which Valois' sons, and Bourbon's bore in fight, Or gave to Foix' or Montmorency's hand: Great spoils, which Gallia must to‘Britain yield, From Cressy's battle sav'd, to grace Ramilia's field. And, as fine art the spaces may dispose, The knowing thought and curious eye shall see Thy emblem, gracious queen, the British rose, Type of sweet rule and gentle majesty: 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, shall there be seen: Thy vanquish'd lilies, France, decay'd and torn, Shall with disorder'd pomp the lasting work adorn. Beneath, great queen, oh! very far beneath, For the fair fame of Anne and Albion's land, And when thy will, and when thy subject's hand, HER RIGHT NAME. As Nancy at her toilet sat, May say, how red, how round, how sweet; Their vagrant grace and soft delight: They stand recorded in his book, When Helen smil'd, and Hebe spoke |