distorted as her Face did come Long straining into Doubt The frothy Oracle press'd out And all she utter'd prov'd to be but useless Foam Her Soul tho with Apollo fill'd No glimpse of radiant Truth beheld Her Speech did all in wild disorder run Breath'd out in clouds of Smoak it came With scarce a flash of Flame Dark yet by Phoebus too inspir'd by Phoebus self the Sun VIII Hark now how loud he strikes his Lyre 'T is great 't is God-like NASSAW'S Praise The sweet harmonious Numbers raise None but Apollo here With Strings which bright as his own beams appear With Strings whose sound can ne'r expire Is fit the sacred Acts to sing Which on the wings of Glory rode Of mighty Britain's mightier King Of Britain's King ... O no of Britain's God Not with his own possest but with more heav'nly Fire IX Hear hear the Sounds repeated oft All piercing yet all charming soft Just so NASSAW both fierce and mild Tho pow'rful as a God seems gentle as a Child Thus Heav'n grows calm which late did pour Incessant Storms incessant Rain Against whose Bolts no Force can stand Now thund'ring with a furious Show'r Upon the fenceless Plain Now dashing Seas which loudly roar And eccho Thunder on the shore And tearing Hills and Mountains solid Waves of Land X. See see each Muse forsakes her Lyre Behold behold they all advance And round their God Apollo dance Hark how the Lyres themselves play on Tho ev'ry Muse is from them gone So fierce and lasting were their Notes they knew not to expire Just of such nature were the Sounds of War So hard great NASSAW struck the strings But those of Battel loudly jar A while in shrill Returns their dismal Eccho rings So long that dreaded Hero play'd We fear'd he knew not how to cease But now sweet Musick of our discord made He lulls our Diff'rence into Peace Iove's Fury lasts till all his Thunder's ore But NASSAW holds when he might thunder more And Harmony creates ev'n from his Cannons Roar XI Behold a gentle Dove appears And flutt'ring round Apollo's head It s soft cerulean Wings does spread And in its Bill a branch of Olives bears The mighty Oceans once inrag'd A dreadful War against the Mountains wag'd Their Billows swelling always more Which with a loud insulting Roar Lash'd with their frothy Pride the shore And foam'd for Anger roll'd and curl'd Oreflowing now unwonted Land While nothing could their Force withstand But free as Winds disdain'd their Girdle of the Sand. Trophies and Spoils along with them they hurl'd And rode in noisie Triumph o'er the delug'd World XII The Floods retir'd the peaceful Dove That Silver Messenger of Love Took its kind flight to search for Ground Which quickly now it found For God's fierce fiery Wrath was in the Waters drown'd So late o'erwhelm'd with Floods of War Whose Tides came rolling on afar Presenting here triumphant Hills There gaping Graves between the Rills While Winds proclaim'd the Strife and made the Billows jar We now behold the Bird appear An Olive-Branch we see her bear Which with loose wanton Pride she flourishes in Air. We view no more the bloody Main For now so great an Ebb is known No springing Tides can rise again NASSAW more pow'rful than the Moon Ev'n while his Orb of Glory's greater grown Lays the insulting Deluge soon Death's dreadful Gulph may roar in vain This mightier Planet can increase yet never feel a wain XIII This mightier Planet whom the Sun Could ne'er in glorious Toils out-run Like that great Light about the World The shining Glories of NASSAW diffusively are hurl'd The darkest the remotest Coast Resounds with Ecchoes of the Name And wrapt in everlasting Frosts can boast A vig'rous daring Warmth reflected by his Fame His Fame whose influencing Heat inspires Those Confines of the Globe which cannot view his Fires Just like that Radiant God he rose Whose beamy Pencil paints the Skies Climbing o'er Mountains by degrees He gilds his way where'er he goes Beneath him far he quickly sees Each Hill which to his view low as the Valleys lies His Course of War a Triumph shows And mildly still he smiles upon his cloudy Foes XIV His cloudy Foes approaching near By their Alliance now grow clear And should they ever blackly form Another horrid thund'ring Storm Their dreadful Jars only themselves would tear So he who made the brazen Bull before Himself inclos'd first taught it how to roar While NASSAW'S Sunshine warms our Isle All Nature's works appear to smile Britain tho washt with the destroying Flood Is truly Albion now made whiter ev'n by Blood Her chalky Cliffs shine with his Rays more bright He makes our Day and wanting him 't is Night Late gracious Heav'n ah very late May he be seen beneath Submitting slowly ev'n to Fate And setting calmly in the Seas of Death Left Clouds and Storms the Universe o'erspread When this great Sun descends let not your Skies be red XV. Then Nature's Course would backwards turn Her Pulse disorderly would beat Inrag'd with new distemper'd Heat And with fantastick Fury wildly burn This Frame of Union here Which now turns regularly round And like the first Creation does appear While Time 's fixt Wheels move gently on Soon as they seem more fast to run Would like a shatter'd Watch be quickly all unwound Soon diff'ring Elements would jar And strait this peaceful quiet World More dreadfully involv'd in War Would be thro' wild Confusion to a Chaos hurl'd XVI But NASSAW after his Decease Secures us with a lasting Peace His greater Genius will our Isles defend And when in Heav'n he will be Britain's Friend Yet sure on Earth he must immortal grow At least we think and wish him so His glorious Actions too combine And great Exploits which soar'd so high To prove the Hero all divine As if he was assur'd he could not die His Preservation here below The Omnipresence of Heav'n's King may show In Paths of Danger foremost on he rode The Lord of Battels was this Warrior's God XVII O that I could such Numbers raise As might sustain his Praise But my weak Muse starts at the Sound of War Unpractis'd thus to soar She cannot fly so far And dreads the very Repetition of the Cannon's Roar Long us'd in Groves To fonder Loves And only am'rous Fights to sing She cannot bear To Heav'n the Hero thro' the Air His Trophies and his Spoils would tire her tender Wing XVIII Declaring the immortal Fame Of Britain's God-like Thund'rer's Name I should my self immortal grow Immortal yes I must be so Ye Daughters sprung from Memory appear And call to mind great NASSAW'S Actions here Without your Aid should you deny His Actions cannot in Oblivion lye Nor they nor their Renown can dye In after Ages Shades shall hear The Shades of Chiefs which here were bold All list'ning with attentive Ear Yet trembling too with awful Fear Ev'n on black Lethe's Banks the Wonders of our Hero told The Muses
Weakness I must here refuse They nor their God can bear my Flight let Glory be my Muse. XIX Be gone you foolish lambent Flame Which warm'd me when I dwelt in Groves And got among the Swains a Name For singing Youths and Virgins Loves Such painted Fires now disappear For they avail not here To light me on the Road to Fame I feel I feel my swelling Breast Is with a noble Rage possest A noble Rage in all my Parts does rowl Now quick as Light'ning thro' my Veins it flyes And flashes at my Eyes And thunders in my Soul XX. O could the fierce Emotions of my Thought Live like NASSAW'S when in the Field he fought Then then I should be fit to raise Due Trophies to our Conquerour's Praise My fiery Fancy I would here dispose To flash thro' all my Words as he did thro' his Foes It should like Victory his Tracks pursue Which clapping her unwearied Wings Still joyful ore his Standards flew And learnt to soar while as she soars she sings I thus inspir'd should every Foe subdue And gain like NASSAW'S self a Crown of Laurel too XXI Hail Mighty Monarch Britain's King Thy Glories Fame Shall thro' the Universe proclaim The Universe shall with thy Praises ring Far as thy Navy's spreading Wings can soar Which is wherever Oceans roar Far as thy Guns are heard whose Thunder ecchoes more Far as the Winds themselves can fly Shall NASSAW'S Name be born the very Winds shall bear it to the Sky Fame can't enough thy Acts declare Tho' she should use the Trumpets of thy War While some small Hero's Honour when he dyes Beneath the Rubbish of some City lyes Thy greater and more strong Renown When thou laid'st siege to any Town Ev'n from the Ruins of the Place would more exalted rise And by the blest Event we see The same proud Walls which dar'd thy Arms oppose Fell to raise Monuments of Fame for thee Of Death for thy deluded Foes XXII Those spreading Laurels thou hast now brought home Have with their Shade for ever darken'd Rome Rome whose bold Arms once round the Earth were hurl'd Whilst on her seven great Hills high rais'd she stood Her Hills then swell'd to Mountains with her Pride And view'd her vassal'd Earth and her subjected Flood While all the World was Rome and Rome was all the World Whate'r was compass'd by the ambient Tide All the big Ocean grasps in his long Arms Was won by warlike Rome's Alarms But soon this Mistress of the Earth grown vain Proud of the Trophies which her Champions won Fell by the weight of her own Spoils prest down Her Triumphs for her Conquests conquer'd her again XXIII Such Favours to her Slaves she gave They would ungratefully make her a Slave And Rivals for her Empire grown Vanquishing her themselves were vanquish'd soon She that proud City which the World laid wast Subduing all the World subdu'd her self at last Now her own Hills her Monuments appear And that which Rome we call Is great in nothing but her Fall Seven Hills at first did all her Greatness bear But form'd of ruin'd Heaps how many now are there Unless devouring Time more greedy grown Rome of all welcome Pomp berest In spight of Stone Has eat those hard Remains which she before had left XXIV Nought else but Tyber hast'ning to its Fall Is now apparent of that mighty all Swift thro' Time's Jaws secure it runs And where its rapid Torrents come Mourning the Ruins of its Rome In it's proud Course it murmurs ore the scatter'd Stones Tyber remains while Rome's strong Towers decay What 's fleeting lasts what 's lasting fleets away That City whose Foundation stood On Paracidal Blood Was sunk at last with the like sanguine Flood Sunk from its glorious warlike Toils To mean Devices and religious Wiles When tumbled down beneath us low She thought to undermine us so And sprung her Mines but with Pretences giv'n Tho' deep as Hell to blow us up to Heaven XXV But Godlike NASSAW does our Fear remove If ever Britain knew to fear Tho' Rome and with it Hell were near The Eccho of his Cannons roars On the far distant Roman Shoars And if their Rock-built Capitol now stood How would it shake the nodding Load Tott'ring and trembling it might serve to prove Our Thund'rer greater than its Guardian Iove He lays their City wast afar Tho' built by the fierce Off-spring of the God of War More dreaded than their Carthaginian Foe He does at once thro' Rocks and Oceans go Our greater Hannibal they find can come Without a Passage ore the Alps to Rome This God like Hero with a Flood Not of Vinegar but Blood Had there obtain'd a speedier Passage so Tore with his Cannons Ball the Rocks and melted with their Fire the Snow XXVI As once the bold prodigious Sons of Earth Puft up with Minds as monstrous as their Form Which gave their grand Presumption birth Seem'd well assur'd the Throne of Iove to storm And with a dreadful Conflict strove Themselves the greater Gods to prove Till Hercules with needful Aid Struck with his Father's Bolts the haughty Rebels dead They fell with Thunder blasted on the Plain And at their Fall the Earth in Ecchoes thunder'd back again So Giant Rome rais'd her proud Front so high Her swelling Bulk grown on her Hills so vast The impious Monster seem'd at last To dare to offer Combat to the Sky But on her Head NASSAW hot Vengeance drove NASSAW the Hopes of Heaven and Hercules of a more real Iove XXVII Our mighty Hero onward came Beyond Alcides in the Road to Fame More than Twelve Labours he sustain'd His God-like Courage has orecome That much more monstrous Hydra Rome ' And on his Shoulders Heav'n has truly lean'd Far ore the Globe his Conquests have been hurl'd He cleans this vast Augean Stable of the World ORMOND and CUTS his Pillars rose To set a Ne plus ultra only to his Foes So firm they bore their Monarch's Cause abroad That each deserv'd to be a King-but great NASSAW a God XXVIII NASSAW the pious as the great Who only conquers with design to treat Forms and then gains like Providence his Ends He undergoes no fruitless Toyl His Warlike Cannons can't recoyl Success his Actions still attends From Seas of Blood he rises bright And round the Globe dispenses peaceful Light No wild Ambition led him on Nor did he climb but stoop'd to Britain's Throne And sought not to enslave his Foes but to redeem his Friends His pious Pray'rs from Heav'n bring Blessings down Blessings the noblest Jewels of a Crown His glorious Consort since her late remove Has interceded for these Isles above A pleasing Influence does her Sweetness bear Still ore her Sacred Monarch here And fills his Soul with Thoughts of Peace and Love Revolving Pleasures must in Albion spring While she 's our Saint above and he below our King XXIX Behold Britannia rising from the Flood Her chalky Cliffs not blushing now
run Those Foes whom Britain has the Pow'r to bind To ask their mighty Monarch's Leave And humbly too the Grant receive To press the Ocean and to use the Wind. Nor Storms nor Rocks they fear nor dang'rous Shores Like they dread Navy when its Thunder roars Thy Fleets great NASSAW bear thy liquid sway As absolute they rule the Empire of the Sea As if the Universe were drown'd and there were none upon the Globe but they LI. But now thy Fleet 's and Army's Pow'r may cease Terrors in War but Ornaments in Peace So ere from Heav'n the great Apostate fell Seraphs with Hosts Satannick fiercely rag'd And dreadful dubious Wars they wag'd But the avengeful Godhead soon With Force peculiarly his own Struck the presuming Rebel down And fix'd him in the depth of that vast Empire Hell Seraphs again their Hallelujahs sing His Pow'r divine secures his Throne He reigns but in himself alone And by Omnipotence in Heav'n remains its King LII No Force NASSAW can of his Glories rob Where'r he treads he bends the Globe No Force can reach him but the Force of Heav'n By which his Conquests and his Pow'r of conqu'ring is giv'n Such Strength such Vigour did he show Such Transports ravish'd Fortune feels To him alone she will be constant now And her own Chariot quits to follow NASSAW'S Wheels The World by hostile Rage he could subdue But more than ever other Chiefs could do In making Peace his mighty self he conquer'd too LIII And yet beneath his Heat of fiery War His Subjects happy in their Monarch made Securely dwelt in peaceful shade The Shelter of his Lawrels spread so far When Saturn rul'd His Reign control'd The happy Earth with flourishing days of old But when his Son obtain'd the Throne The Iron Age appears the Golden gone But here chang'd Heav'n puts on a diff'rent Brow The Iron Age with Saturn fled And thund'ring Iove the Ruler in his stead Blest with his Reign we find the Golden Age is now LIV. Far may his Empire and his Sway extend May Britain long be his as he is Britain's Friend Still with such Ardour may his Subjects burn And gen'rous Warmth as when they saw him come With Vict'ry smiling on his Face and all triumphant home So were they blest themselves while blessing his return When in the Streets vast Clowds of People ran Their Eyes flash Lightnings which they bear And Io NASSAW oft is thunder'd in the Air They all shout Io NASSAW that immortal Man Immortal Man Ono immortal God! Whom unconcern'd the wondring People see So mild he in his Chariot rode Spectators so admir'd him as they stood There was not one but felt the Pride of Triumph more than he Of what can happy Britains now despair When Peace is brought them by the God of War LV. Return ye Muses tune your Lyres To ORMOND'S Praise his Merit this requires A Crown of Laurels and of Olives mixt Give NASSAW first but give to ORMOND next ORMOND whose Race does Phenix-like arise A brighter Off-Spring when the Parent dies Hibernia blest with present Power Waits till its own lov'd ORMOND shall be given All seem assur'd that he should bless them more Fonder of him than they would be of others sent from Heav'n Wielding the flaming Sword of Justice here He would the Cherub of the place appear This can the mighty ORMOND do Make it a Paradise and guard it too Blest as our primitive Parents then Beneath his Government and NASSAW'S Reign The People nere would fall again Nor from their Seat of Bliss would willingly be hurl'd Tho' for the universal Rule of the subjected World Blest are these Isles nor shall their Blessings cease While NASSAW reigns the God of War and he the Prince of Peace FINIS TO THE KING PUT off dread Sir those awful Looks and smile Be only now the Glory of our Isle Lay down the Terror such a Mildness shew As when the Captives of your Arms you view Thus may the Subject with the Prince confer What the Muse speaks the Monarch stoops to hear Secure she flies none imps her sacred Wings Free as the Winds which bear her on she sings And flutters boldly o'er the Heads of Kings Dares like the Royal Bird undaunted rove And plays with Light'nings which belong to Iove The Gods allow our Off'rings should be giv'n We send our Praise as well as Pray'rs to Heav'n Ev'n the Almighty who was all before Commands us Mortals to extol him more Not that our Thoughts his Attributes can crown But that he so may shed his Blessings down Thus from our Claims to thee our Honours spring The greatest Conqu'rour and the greatest King Defending still what you have once restor'd You sway your Scepter as you wield your Sword In humblest Thanks and Vows we make return Heav'n bestows Favours Mortals Incense burn FINIS