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 I that my comick Prose and Lyrick Rhime, Had quite resign'd to the decays of Time; Now prune my drooping Wings that flagg'd before, } By his great Theam inspir'd, aloft I soar. } And with new Vigour court the Muse once more:   } The Muse that Sings, how Britain in distress, Has in her Royal Guardian found redress; Sees a fam'd Heroe, in her awful Lord,            } Ready in shining Arms to weild his Sword, } In brave defence of Right, by Providence restor'd: } And as in Fable, when the Brutes made War, When stubborn Factions with Intestine Jar; Rashly resolv'd each other to oppose,     } Tumultuous crowds about Succession rose:  } But when they would a lawless Heir impose, } The Soveraign Lion, the bold Parties aw'd, Controul'd his Foes at home, and those abroad; Proclaim'd his Right, prov'd his vindictive Power, And made the growling Herd, all tremble at his Roar: The Paralell is plain, and clear the Case, } Nor must the Muse cease here her noble Chace, } This hunt of Fame, fix'd in the Royal Race. } The Prince is next, and by Eternal doom,         } Fated for Greatness in the Years to come,        } Whose florent Spring, now bears delightful Bloom: } Upon that glorious Subject how my Song, Could here dilate, but oh! my trembling Tongue, Desponding faulters, when I Thought renew, And still a brighter Glory in the Princess view; Oh let that gracious Planet! whose blest Charms, Still new Creates the Subject that she warms: Forgive a Reverence, that transports so far, To call her Britain's most indulgent Star; Sent from the Pow'r that guards our grand Affairs, That no more Strifes be for Pretending Heirs: Let her be ever blest who doles such Joy, And blasts aspiring Hopes that would destroy; Fill'd with Seraphick Love does timely breed, And bears a Race of Angels to succeed: