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Images of fairest things,
Croud about the speaking Strings;
Peace, and sweet Profperity,

Faith and chearful Loyalty,
With smiling Love and deathless Pocfie.



Ye skowling Shades who break away,
Well do ye fly and fun the Purple Day.

Ev'ry Fiend and Fiend-like Form,
Black and Sullen as a Storm,
Jealous Fear, and false Surmise,
Danger with her dreadful Eyes,

Faction, Fury, all are fled,
And bold Rebellion hides her daring Head.

Behold! thou gracious Year, behold,

To whom thy Treasures all thou shalt unfold,
For whom thy whiter Days were kept from times of Old!

See thy GEORGE, for this is be!
On his Right Hand, waiting free,
Britain and fair Liberty:
Every Good is in his Face,

Every open honeft Grace.
Thou great Plantagenet! immortai be thy Race! :


See! the Sacred Scyon springs,
See the glad Promise of a Line of Kings!

Royal Youth! what Bard, Divinc,
Equal to a Praise like thine,
Shall in some exalted Measure
Sing thec, Britain's deareft Treasure?


Who her Joy in thee Thall tell,

Who the sprightly Note shall swell, His Voice attemp'ring to the tuneful Shell?

Thee Audenard's recorded Field
Bold in thy bravc Paternal Band beheld,
And faw with hopeless Heart thy fainting Rival yield;

Troubled hc, with fore Dismay,
To thy stronger Fate gave way,
Safe beneath thy Noble Scorn,

Wingy-footed was he Born,
Swift as thic fleeting Shades upon the golden Corn,


What Valour, what diftinguith'd Worth,
From thee shall lead the coming Ages forth,

Crested Helms and shining Shields,
Warriors fam'd in foreign Fields;
Hoary Heads with Olive bound,
Kings and Lawgivers renown'd:

Crowding still they Rise anew,
Beyond the Reach of deep Prophetick View.

Young AUGUSTUS! Never cease!
Pledge of our Present and our future Peace,
Still pour the Blessings forth, and give thy great Increase,

All the Stock that Fate ordains
To supply fucceeding Reigns,
Whether Glory shall Inspire
Gentler Arts or Martial Fire,
Still the Fair Descent Ahall be

Dear to Albion all, like Thee,
Patrons of righteous Rule, and Foes to Tyranny.

V. Ye


Ye golden Lights who shine on high,
Ye potent Planets who ascend the Sky,

On the op'ning Year dispence
All your kindest Influence;
Heav'nly Pow's be all prepar’d.
For our CAROLINA's Guard;

Short and easie be the Pains,
Which for a Nation's Weal the Heroine fuftsins.

Britannia’s Aegel be thou near

The growing Raçe is thy peculiar Care,
Oh spread thy Sacred Wing above the Royal Fair.

ĠEORGE by Thee was wafted o'er,
To the long expecting Shore:
None presuming to withstand
Tny Celeftial armed Hand,

While his Sacred Head to Made,
The blended Crols on high Thy filver Shield display


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But oh! what other Form Divine
Propitious near the Hero seems to foinc !

Peace of Mind, and Joy Serene,
In her facred Eyes are seen,
Honour binds her Mited Brow,

Faith and Truth, beside her go,
With Zcal and pure Devotion bending low

A thousand Storms around her Threat,

A thousand Billows roar beneath her Feet, While; tix’d- upon a Rock, fie keeps her Stable Seas:

Still in sign of sure Defence,
Truft and mutual Confidence,
On the Monarch, standing by,

Still she bends her gracious Eye,
Nor fears her Foes approach, while Heav'n and He are nigh.


Hence then with ev'ry anxious Care!
Begone pale Envy, and thou cold Despair!
Seek yo out a moody Cell,
Where Deceit and Treason dwell;
There repining, raging, Atill

Th'idle Air with Curses fill;
There blaft the pathless Wild, and the bleak Northern Hill,

There your Exile vainly Moan;
There where with Murmurs horrid as your own,
Beneath the sweeping Winds, the bending Forrests grcan

But thou Hope, with smiling Chear,
Do thou bring the ready Year;
See the Hours! a chofen Band!

See with jocund Looks they stand,
Al in their trim Array, and waiting for Command.


The welcome Train begins to move,
Hope leads Increase and chaste Connubial Love:

Flora sweet her Bounty spreads,
Smeling Gardens, painted Meads;
Ceres crowns the yellow Plain ;
Pan rewards the Shepherd's Paiu;


All is Plenty, all is Wealth,
And on the balmy Air fits Rofie-colour'd Health.

I hear the Mirth, I hear the Land rejoyce,

Like many Waters swells the pealing Noise, While to their Monarch, thus they raifethe publick Voice.

Father of thy Country, Hail!
Always, ev'ry wherë, prevail;
Pious, Valiant, Just and wife,
Better Suns for thee arise,
Purer Breezes fan the Skies,
Earth in Fruits and Flowers is dreft,

Joy abounds in ev'ry Breaft,
For thee thy People all, for thee the Year is blek


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