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The God appear'd; he turn'd his azure eyes Where Windfor-domes and pompous turrets rise; Then bow'd and fpoke; the winds forget to roar, And the hush'd waves glide foftly to the fhore.

Hail, facred Peace! hail long-expected days, That Thames's glory to the stars shall raise! Tho' Tyber's ftreams immortal Rome behold, Tho' foaming Hermus fwells with tydes of gold, From heav'n itself tho' fev'n-fold Nilus flows, And harvests on a hundred realms bestows; These now no more shall be the Mufe's themes, Loft in my fame, as in the fea their streams. Let Volga's banks with Iron fquadrons fhine, And groves of Lances glitter on the Rhine, Let barb'rous Ganges arm a fervile train; Be mine the bleffings of a peaceful reign. No more my fons fhall dye with British blood Red Iber's fands, or Ifter's foaming flood;

Safe on my shore each unmolested swain

Shall tend the flocks, or reap the bearded grain; The fhady empire fhall retain no trace

Of war or blood, but in the fylvan chace,


The trumpets fleep, while chearful horns are blown,
And arms employ'd on birds and beasts alone.
Behold! th' ascending Villa's on my fide,
Project long fhadows o'er the crystal tyde.
Behold! Augufta's glitt'ring fpires increase,
And Temples rife, the beauteous works of Peace.
I fee, I fee where two fair Cities bend

Their ample bow, a new White-hall afcend!
There mighty nations shall enquire their doom,
The world's great Oracle in times to come;
There Kings fhall fue, and fuppliant states be seen
Once more to bend before a British Queen.

Thy Trees, fair Windfor! now fhall leave their woods,
And half thy forefts rufh into my floods,
Bear Britain's thunder, and her Cross display,
To the bright regions of the rifing day;
Tempt icy feas, where fcarce the waters roll,
Where clearer flames glow round the frozen Pole;
Or under Southern skies exalt their fails,

Led by new stars, and born by spicy gales!
For me the balm fhall bleed, and amber flow,
The coral redden, and the ruby glow,


The pearly fhell its lucid globe infold,
And Phoebus warm the ripening ore to gold.
The time fhall come, when free as feas or wind
Unbounded Thames fhall flow for all mankind;
Whole nations enter with each fwelling tyde,
And Seas but join the regions they divide;
Earth's distant ends our glory fhall behold,
And the new world launch forth to feek the old.
Then fhips of uncouth form fhall ftem the tyde,
And feather'd people crowd my wealthy fide,
Whofe naked youth and painted chiefs admire
Our speech, our colour, and our strange attire!
Oh stretch thy reign, fair Peace! from shore to fhore,
Till conqueft cease, and flav'ry be no more:
Till the freed Indians in their native groves
Reap their own fruits, and wooe their fable Loves,
Peru once more a race of Kings behold,
And other Mexico's be roof'd with gold.
Exil'd by thee from earth to deepest hell,
In brazen bonds fhall barb'rous Difcord dwell:
Gigantic Pride, pale Terror, gloomy Care,
And mad Ambition, shall attend her there.


There purple Vengeance bath'd in gore retires,
Her weapons blunted, and extinct her fires:
There hateful Envy her own fnakes fhall feel,
And Perfecution mourn her broken wheel:
There Faction roars, Rebellion bites her chain,
And gasping Furies thirst for blood in vain.

Here cease thy flight, nor with unhallow'd lays
Touch the fair fame of Albion's golden days.
The thoughts of Gods let Granville's verfe recite,
And bring the scenes of opening fate to light.
My humble Mufe, in unambitious strains,
Paints the green forefts and the flow'ry plains,
Where Peace defcending bids her olives fpring,
And scatters bleflings from her dove-like wing.
Ev'n I more sweetly pass my careless days,
Pleas'd in the filent fhade with empty praise;
Enough for me, that to the lift'ning fwains
First in these fields I fung the fylvan strains.



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