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;
And all things smile and thrive that are in Nature found.
Now fiercer Rays of Brightness he assumes,
And ev'ry Minute do's inlarge his Beams;
Till to the farthest Poles their Influence spread,
And scatter Plenty where his Glory's shed.
While all the guilty fant├┤ms of the Night
Shrink from the Piercing terror of his Light !
Each coming vulgar day, the Monarch show'd,
But this more Sacred, views Him all a GOD !
New youth and vigor fill His Royal Veins ,
His Glorious Eyes young flames adorn;
A new Divinity in His looks, Proclames
That for Eternal Empire He was Born !
'Twas so He look'd in Dunkirks bloody field,
When the dull faithless Belgians He compell'd;
But when He saw th' ungrateful British Foe advance,
For whom even yet He had a tender sense,
Thus spoke! (When, mounted like a Conquering God ,
From Rank to Rank the wond'rous Hero Rod!)
Before ( said he ) mixt Nations We withstood
Conquest, scarce worthy our expence of Blood ;
Like Gallick onsets, brisk at first they 'ppear ,
But dare not trust the event of fiercer War :
'Twas play before, a game We smiling won ,
Now 'twill be Toyl, and work, not easily done ;
My dear lov'd Souldiers these are English Men!
Who though they're forc'd to fly will turn agen ;
Stanch to the Scent of War, inur'd to Blood !
Oh happy, if the expensive flood
Had been defus'd for wretched Englands good!
New Courage to the fainting Troops He gave,
And by His great Example taught 'em to be Brave :
Wonders the Promis'd Monarch did perform,
And dealt Destruction round like a resistless storm!