In the more scenes your genius was display'd,
The greater debt was on Britannia laid :

They all conspir'd this mighty man to raise,
And your new fubjects proudly fhare the praise.
All fhare; but may not we have leave to boast
That we contemplate, and enjoy it most ?
This ancient nurse of arts, indulg'd by fate
On gentle Ifis' bank, a calm retreat,

For many rolling ages juftly fam'd,

Has through the world her loyalty proclaim'd;
And often pour'd (too well the truth is known!)
Her blood and treasure to fupport the throne!
For England's church her latest accents strain'd,
And freedom with her dying hand retain'd;
No wonder then her various ranks agree
In all the fervencies of zeal, for thee.

What though thy birth a distant kingdom boast,
And feas divide thee from the British coast?
The crown 's impatient to inclose thy head;
Why stay thy feet? the cloth of gold is spread.
Our ftrict obedience through the world shall tell
That king's a Briton, who can govern well!

THE

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INSTAL MEN T.

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THE RIGHT HON. SIR ROBERT WALPOLE.

KNIGHT OF THE MOST NOBLE ORDER OF THE GARTER.

"Quæfitam Meritis."

MD CCXXVI.

HOR.

THE

INSTALMENT.

WITH invocations fome their breasts inflame;

need no Mufe, a Walpole is my theme.

Ye mighty dead, ye garter'd fons of praise ! Our morning stars! our boast in former days! Which hovering o'er, your purple wings display, Lur'd by the pomp of this distinguish'd day, Stoop, and attend: by one, the knee be bound; One, throw the mantle's crimson folds around; By that, the sword on his proud thigh be plac'd ; This, clasp the diamond-girdle round his waist; His breast, with rays, let juft Godolphin fpread; Wife Burleigh plant the plumage on his head; And Edward own, since first he fixt the race, None preft fair glory with a swifter pace.

When fate would call fome mighty genius forth To wake a drooping age to godlike worth, Or aid fome favourite king's illuftrious toil, It bids his blood with generous ardour boil; His blood, from virtue's celebrated fource, Pour'd down the steep of time, a lengthen'd courfe; That men prepar'd may just attention pay, Warn'd by the dawn to mark the glorious day, When all the scatter'd merits of his line Collected to a point, intensely shine.

See, Britain, fee thy Walpole shine from far, His azure ribbon, and his radiant star;

A ftar