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X

And now the Nymphs ply all their Female arts
To dress Her for Her victory of hearts;
A Thousand little LOVES descend!
Young waiting Cupids with officious care
In smiling order all attend:
This, decks Her Snowy Neck , and that Her Ebon Hair .
The Trophies which the Conqueress must adorn,
Are by the busie wantons born;
Who at Her Feet the shining burdens lay,

IX

See the bright QUEEN forsakes her softer joys ,
And now prepares for Pomp and Noise ;
That necessary Toyl of the Illustrious Great !
Who rarely taste the Bliss of sweet Retreat ,
Like Heav'n who neither sleep nor slumber knows,
Short Dreams of Glory make their whole repose :
Whatever rest soft Nature do's design,
The Sun , and They , must still appear and shine!
And now, the more surprising Light

VIII

Nor did His forward Gallantry in War
Surmount his Clemency in Peace ,
His Captives proudly their soft Fetters bear,
And charm'd to an excess,
Adore the wonders they beheld,
And kist the Sacred Hand that chast 'em ore the field.
His early Courage did His Foes convince ,
Who now their scorn'd Commissions tear,
No longer will the Tyrants Ensigns bear;

VII

Behold the HERO the blest Voice obeys,
And like the God of Luster gilds
With early Beams the Eastern Hills,
And by degrees th' adoring World surveys:
So the bright Harness he puts on,
And in his hand Divine he takes the Reins ,
And with life-giving Rule the God maintains
The Glorious Empire of the Sun .
With ease he guides the fiery Coursers round,
And heat , and life , and light , do still abound;

VI

And Thou bright Goddess of the Day !
For whom all longing Eyes and Hearts prepare;
These tender panting, those soft Tears of Joy ,
And with impatient Murm'rings fill the Air;
O Charming Goddess of the Day appear!
Full of Thy Blest Idea , they disdain
A vulgar thought to entertain;
Big with Prophetick Joy , they lab'ring wait
To utter Blessings wonderful and great ;
This day no rough Fatigues of Life shall vex,

V

Awake, Oh Royal Sir ! Oh Queen , ador'd, awake!
For whom our Triumphs and our Songs we make;
The sleepless Crowds their early duties show,
Th' attending Hierarchies of Angels bow;
All Heav'n and Earth with one united joy
Expect the mighty business of this coming Day :
All Languish for its blest approach — but You,
You to whom Glory's can no Luster give,
Whose Beams , like the expanded Sun,

IV

The Glorious Ides of April now were come,
And Heav'n all open'd to survey
The Mighty Triumphs of the Blessed Day:
And Earth had drest her self in all her Bloom ,
And sent abroad a universal joy !
Ten Thousand Angels fill'd the glitt'ring Air ;
And all was Harmony above,
O're all the Azure plains the Golden Cherubs move;
And Seraphins were chanting every where,
Gay Robes of Light the young Divinities put on,

III

But oh my Muse, when e're thou do'st presume
To touch on so Divine a Theam ,
Let it be Nature all, thou do'st indite,
That those who read in Ages distant hence
May feel the very Zeal with which I write;
And by th' unlabour'd Verse be warm'd to tender sense:
That future Lovers when they hear,
Your all-ador'd and wond'rous character;
(For sure the mighty LAURA's Name will Live
As long as Time its self survive)

II

Yet when thou woud'st the Royal HERO sing,
Thy Godlike Patron , and thy Godlike King !
Rough as a useful storm make him appear!
Or as that welcome Eastern Wind,
By which th' Almighty Pow'r design'd
Th' Egyptian Locust from the Land to bear.
Resolv'd as the first Messenger of Heav'n,
To whom the great Command was giv'n
The first Born Rebells to chastise;
Who, while the flaming Sword he bore,
'Twas only to declare his Pow'r,

I

Arise my Muse! Advance thy Mourning Head!
And cease lamenting for the Mighty Dead !
Quench all the Funeral Tapers in your Tears ,
And as the fainting flames expire,
Let your soft falling Tides retire;
While you behold the Prospect that appears
In the vast Glories of succeeding years !
Advance! and throw thy sable weeds away!
And string thy Lyre for some Harmonious Lay,