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XXIII. A costly crown with stones clarified bright, This comely Qucen did in her head inclose, While all the land illumined of light; Wherefore methought, the flowers did all rejoyce, Crying at once, Hail to the fragrant ROSE! Hail Empress of the herbs! fresh Queen of flowers ! To thee be glore and honour at all hours.

XXIV. Then all the birds they sang with voice on height, Whose mirthful found was marvellous to hear : The Mavys fang, Hail ROSE most rich and right, That does upflourish under Phebus' sphere, Hail plant of youth, hail Prince's daughter dear, Hail blossom breaking out of blood royal, Whose precious virtue is imperial.

XXV. The Merle she fang, Hail ROSE of moit delight, Hail of all flowers the sweet and sovereign Queen: The lark she sang, hail ROSE both red and white, Most pleasant flower of mighty colours * twain : Nightingals fang, hail Natures suffragan, In beauty, nurture, and each nobleness, In rich array, renown, and gentleness.

* Alluding to the Houses of york and LANCASTER, which were distinguished by the white and RED ROSE, and united in the person of Queen MARGARET.

XXVI. The common voice uprose of warblers small, Upon this wise, “ O blessed be the hour “ That thou wast chose to be our principal, “ Welcome to be our Princess crown'd with pow'r, « Our pearl, our pleasance, and our paramour, “ Our peace, our play, our plain felicity: o Christ thee conserve from all adversity.

Then all the concert sang with such a shout,
That I anon awaken'd where I lay,
And with a braid I turned me about
To see this court, but all were gone away ;
Then up I lean'd me, halflings in affray,
Call’d to my Muse, and for my subject chose
To fing the royal THISTLE and the ROSE.





Blivion wraps not in her filent shade

All human labours. Virtue blooms a flower, That Time's rough hand fhall never violate. Still CAROLINE fhall live in faithful verfe, Sweet nurse of Memory, and in the voice Of grateful Britain. These fhall testify How well her calm impartial rule fupplied A monarch's abfence; thefe commemorate Her foul contemplative of peaceful Truth And nature, mindful midst the pomp of Courts Of wise retirement, and the silent grove. She stretch'd thro' length'ning fhades thy spa

cious walks, Delightful Richmond, and the terrass rais'd Of regal grandeur, whence the eye discerns Fair Thames with copious waters winding slow Midft pastures, spreading herds, and villages Of aspect neat, and villas wrapt in shades : Fair scene of chearful peace ! the lovely fight Frequent she view'd, and bless'd the honour'd reign

Of her great Confort, provident and mild.
Now wander'd musing thro' the darkening depth
Of thickest woods, friendly to solemn thought :
Now o'er broad lawns fair opening to the fun.
Nor midft her rural plans disdain'd to mix
The useful arable, and waving corn
With soft turf borderd, and the lowly cot,
That half appears, in branching elms obfcur'd.
Here beauty dwells, affembled from the scenes
Of various nature ; such as oft inflam'd
With rapture Grecian bards, in that fair vale,
Thessalian Tempe, or thy favorite soil,
Arcadia, erst by awe-struck fancy fill'd
With wand'ring forms, the woodland Deities,
Light Nymphs and wanton Satyrs, faintly feen
Quick glancing thro' the shade at close of eve,
Great Pan, and old Silenus. Hither led
By folitary grief fhall GEORGE recall
Th’endearing manners, the soft speech, that flowd
From his lov'd Consort, virtue mix'd with love,
Prudence, and mild infinuating sense :
But chief her thoughtful breast of counsels deep
Capacious, nor unequal to the weight
Of Government. Such was the royal mind
Of wise ELIZA, name of lovelieft found
To Britifh ears,


pattern fair to Kings: Or the who rules the Scepter of the North Illuftrious, fpreading o'er a barbarous world

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The light of arts and manners, and with arms
Infests th' astonish'd Sultan, hardly now
With scatter'd troops resisting ; she drives on
The heavy war, and shakes th’Imperial Throne
Of old Byzantium. Latest time shall sound
The praise of female genius. Oft shall GEORGE
Pay the kind tear, and grief of tender words
To CAROLINE, thus oft lamenting fad.

“ Hail sacred shade ! by me with endless woe.
“ Still honour'd! ever in my Breast shall dwell
“ Thy image, ever present to my soul
• Thy faithful love, in length of years mature :
« O skill'd t'enliven time, to soften care
“ With looks and smiles and friendship’s chearful

voice! “ Anxious, of Thee bereft, a solitude “ I feel, that not the fond condoling cares “ Of our fad offspring can remove.

Ev'n now « With lonely steps I trace the gloomy groves,

Thy lov'd recesses, ftudious to recall “ The vanish'd bliss,and cheat my wand'ring thoughts « With sweet illusion. Yet I not accuse “ Heav'n's dispensation. Prosperous and long “ Have been my days, and not unknown to fame, 6. That dwells with virtue. But 'tis hard to part “ The league of ancient friendship, to resign “ The home-felt fondness, the secure delight, “ That reason nourish'd, and fair fame approv'd."

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