II.

So may Thy Godhead be confest,

So the returning Year be bleft,

As His Infant Months beftow

Springing Wreaths for WILLIAM's Brow;

As His Summer's Youth fhall fhed
Eternal Sweets around MARIA'S Head:
From the Bleffings They beftow,
Our Times are dated, and our Æra's move:
They govern, and enlighten all Below,

As Thou doft all Above..

III.

Let our Hero in the War

Active and fierce, like Thee, appear:

Like Thee, great Son of Jove, like Thee,

When clad in rising Majesty,

Thou marcheft down o'er DELOS' Hills confeft,

With all Thy Arrows arm'd, in all Thy Glory drest.

Like Thee, the Hero does his Arms imploy,

The raging PYTHON to destroy,

And give the injur'd Nations Peace and Joy.

IV.

From fairest Years, and Time's more happy Stores,

Gather all the smiling Hours;

Such as with friendly Care have guarded

Patriots and Kings in rightful Wars;

Such as with Conqueft have rewarded
Triumphant Victors happy Cares;
Such as Story has recorded

Sacred

Sacred to NAS SA u's long Renown,

For Countries fav'd, and Battels won.

March Them again in fair Array,
And bid Them form the happy Day,
The happy Day defign'd to wait

On WILLIAM's Fame, and EUROPE'S Fate.
Let the happy Day be crown'd
With great Event, and fair Succefs ;

No brighter in the Year be found,

But That which brings the Victor home in Peace.

Again Thy Godhead We implore,

Great in Wisdom as in Power;

Again, for good MARIA'S fake, and Qurs,
Chufe out other fmiling Hours,
Such as with joyous Wings have fled,

When happy Counfels were advising ;
Such as, have lucky Omens fhed

O'er forming Laws, and Empires rifing;
Such as many Courfes ran,

Hand in Hand, a goodly Train,

To blefs the great ELIZ A's Reign;

And in the Typic Glory show,

What fuller Blifs MARIA fhall beftow.

As the folemn Hours advance,
Mingled fend into the Dance
Many fraught with all the Treasures,
Which Thy Eaftern Travel views;

Many

Many wing'd with all the Pleasures,

Man can ask, or Heav'n diffufe:

That great MARIA all thofe Joys may know,
Which, from Her Cares, upon Her Subjects Aow.
VIII.

For Thy own Glory sing our Sov'raign's Praise,
God of Verses and of Days:

Let all Thy tuneful Sons adom

Their lafting Work with WILLIAM's Name;

Let chofen Mufes yet unborn

Take great MARIA for their future Theam:
Eternal Structures let Them raife,

On WILLIAM's and MARIA'S Praife:
Nor want new Subject for the Song;

Nor fear they can exhauft the Store;

'Till Nature's Mufick lyes unftrung;

'Till Thou, great God, fhalt tofe Thy double Pow'r; And touch Thy Lyre, and shoot Thy Beams no more.

THE

LADY's LOOKING-GLASS.

ELIA and I the other Day..

CELIA

Walk'd o'er the Sand-Hills to the Sea:

The setting Sun adorn'd the Coast,

His Beams entire, his Fierceness loft:

And, on the Surface of the Deep,

The Winds lay only not asleep:

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The

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The Nymph did like the Scene appear,
Serenely pleasant, calmly fair:

Soft fell her Words, as flew the Air.
With fecret Joy I heard Her fay,
That She wou'd never miss one Day
A Walk so fine, a Sight fo gay.

But, oh the Change! the Winds grow high;
Impending Tempefts charge the Sky;
The Light'ning flies; the Thunder roars;
And big Waves lafh the frighten'd Shoars.
Struck with the Horror of the Sight,
She turns her Head, and wings her Flight;
And trembling vows, She'll ne'er again
Approach the Shoar, or view the Main

Once more at least look back, faid I;
Thy felf in That large Glafs defcry:
When Thou art in good Humour dreft;
When gentle Reafon rules thy Breaft;
The Sun upon the calmest Sea
Appears not half fo bright as Thee:
Tis then, that with Delight I rove
Upon the boundless Depth of Love:
I bless my Chain; I hand my Oar;
Nor think on all I left on Shoar.

But when vain Doubt, and groundless Fear Do That Dear Foolish Bofom tear;

When

When the big Lip, and wat'ry Eye

Tell Me, the rifing Storm is nigh:
'Tis then, Thou art yon' angry Main,
Deform'd by Winds, and dash'd by Rain;
And the poor Sailor, that must try
It's Fury, labours lefs than I.

Shipwreck'd, in vain to Land I make ; While Love and Fate ftill drive Me back: Forc'd to doat on Thee thy own Way,

I chide Thee first, and then obey. ·

Wretched when from Thee, vex'd when nigh,

I with Thee, or without Thee, die.

LOVE and FRIENDSHIP:

A

PASTORAL.

By Mrs. ELIZABETH SINGER.

AMARYLLIS

WHILE from the Skies the ruddy Sun defcends;

And rifing Night the Ev'ning Shade extends:

While pearly Dews o'erfpread the fruitful Field;
And clofing Flowers reviving Odours yield:
Let Us, beneath these spreading Trees, recite
What from our Hearts our Mufes may indite.

Nor