Royal youth! what bard divine, Shall in fome exalted measure Sing thee, Britain's dearest treasure? Who the fprightly note fhall fwell Bold in thy brave paternal band, beheld, To thy ftronger fate gave way, Swift as the fleeting fhades upon the golden corn. IV. What valour, what diftinguish'd worth, Pledge of our present and our future peace, Still pour the bleffings forth, and give thy great increase. All the ftock that fate ordains To fupply fucceeding reigns, Whether Whether glory fhall inspire Dear to Albion all, like thee, Patrons of righteous rules, and foes to tyranny. V. Ye golden lights who fhine on high, All your kindest influence; Heavenly powers be all prepar'd Short and eafy be the pains, Which for a nation's weal the heroine fuftains. To the long expected fhore: None prefuming to withstand Thy celeftial armed hand, While, his facred head to fhade, The blended crofs on high thy filver fhield display'd. VI. But oh what other form divine In her facred eyes are seen, Honour binds her mitred brow, With zeal and pure devotion bending low. A A thoufand ftorms around her threat, While, fix'd upon a rock, fhe keeps her ftable feat. Truft and mutual confidence, Still the bends her gracious eye, Nor fears her foes approach, while heaven and he are nigh. VII. Hence then with every anxious care! Seek ye out a moody cell, Where deceit and treafon dwell; There repining, raging, ftill The idle air with curfes fill; There blaft the pathlefs wild, and the bleak northern hill; There your exile vainly moan; There where, with murmurs horrid as your own, Beneath the sweeping winds, the bending forests groan ; But thou, Hope, with fmiling chear, Do thou bring the ready year; See the hours! a chofen band! See with jocund looks they stand, All in their trim array, and waiting for command. VIII. The welcome train begins to move, Flora Flora fweet her bounty fpreads, And on the balmy air fits rofy-colour'd health. Always every where prevail; Pious, valiant, just, and wife,. Better funs for thee arife, Purer breezes fan the fkies, Earth in fruits and flowers is drest, Joy abounds in every breast, For thee thy people all, for thee the year is blest. SONG FOR THE KING'S BIRTH-DAY, I. LAY thy flowery garlands by, Ever-blooming gentle May! Other honours now are nigh; Other honours fee we pay. Lay thy flowery garlands by, &c. II. Majefty II. Majefty and great renown Wait thy beamy brow to crown. Parent of our hero, thou, George on Britain didst bestow. III. Call thy better bleffings forth, IV. Queen of odours, fragrant May, Shall to thee refign his place, Thou shalt rule with better grace: Time from thee fhall wait his doom, And thou fhalt lead the year for every age to come. V. Fairest month, in Cæfar pride thee, } VI. Though |