Politics & government > On Her Majesty's grant of Woodstock Park, &c

Woodſtock her lov'd Plantagenet no more
Laments, when Marlb'rough ſtall her State reſtore;
She for whom Chancer's Tuneful Lyre was ſtrung,
And Wilmot's Muſe in foſter Tranſport ſung,
From lonely Bowers her loſty Head ſhall rear,
And Chearful, like her Conquering Lord, appear.
Thro' her cool Glades on ev'ry verdant Plain,
Eternal Plenty, Peace, and Pleaſure Reign:
High on her Walls, Imperial Eagles tell,
By bolder Hanas now fierce Bavarians fell ;
Here we behold, by Verrio Pencil wrought,
The num'rous Spoils from Swabian Conqueſts brought ;
How o'er th' oppoſirg Schellenberg he run,
Which none before but Great Guſtavus won.
Here, Camps Aſſaulted, and a City Storm'd;
There, on expanded Plains the Battle form'd ;
Thro' Seas of Mood the fiery Courſers Fly,
And Rapid Streams, and Thundring Braſs deſy ;
While Ecchoing Clifts and Sylvan Heights around,
With Groans and Shouts alternately reſound.
Surreadring Squadrons with their Lillies Torn,
And Haughty Chiefs beforehis Proweſs born ;
In exile One, and One beneath his Chain,
Strive for a Crown, and Libertyin Vain.
Gild his Victorious Carr, bold Artiſt, draw
Albion Rejoycing and the World in Awe;
Paint in full Splendor, all bis Acts that claim
Triumphant Laurpls and Immortal Fame.
Make him Gaul's glitt'ring Flowers in Homage yeild,
To fix 'em faſter in Britannia's Shield ;
Let Auſtrida's ſacred Branch in State deſcend,
To view the Victor and applaud the Friend;
Let your Great Genius on the Canvaſs ſhow,
How the Swift Rhine, and how the Danube ſlow,
How Eaſtward This, in Streaming Purple ſtray's,
How That, his Captives to our Coaſt convey's;
How Thus the Tropheys he at once has won,
Haſte to the Riſing and the Setting Sun.
                     FINIS.