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Rh The miserable Race of Men, that live Benighted half the Year, benumm'd with Frosts Perpetual, and rough Boreas keenest Breath, Under the Polar Bear, inclement Sky, When first the Sun with New-born Light removes The long incumbent Gloom; gladly to thee Heroic Laurel'd Prince Eugene of Savoy yeilds the Prime, Nor thinks it Diminution, to be rankt In Military Honour next, althô His deadly Hand shook the Turchestan Throne Accurs'd, and prov'd in far divided Lands Victorious; on thy pow'rful Sword alone Germania, and the Belgic Coast relies, Won from th'encroaching Sea: That Sword Great ANNE Fix'd not in vain on thy puissant Side, When Thee Sh'enrolled Her Garter'd Eiiights among, Illustrating the Noble List; Her Hand Assures good Omens, and Saint George's worth Enkindles like Desire of high Exploits. Immediate Sieges, and the Tire of War Rowl in thy eager Mind; thy Plumy Crest Nods horrible, with more terrific Port Thou walk'st, and seem'st already in the Fight. What Spoils, what Conquests then did Albion hope Rh