O England's younger hope! in whom confpire
The mother's sweetness, and the father's fire?
For thee perhaps, even now, of kingly race
Some dawning beauty blooms in every grace,
Some Carolina, to heaven's dictates true,
Who, while the scepter'd rivals vainly fue,
Thy inborn worth with confcious eyes fhall fee,
And flight th' imperial diadem for thee.

Pleas'd with the profpect of fucceffive reigns, The tuneful tribe no more in daring strains Shall vindicate, with pious fears opprest, Endanger'd rights, and liberty diftreft:

To milder founds each mufe fhall tune the lyre,
And gratitude and faith to kings infpire,
And filial love; bid impious difcord cease,
And footh the madding factions into peace;
Or rife ambitious in more lofty lays,

And teach the nation their new monarch's praife,
Describe his awful look, and godlike mind,
And Cafar's power with Cato's virtue join'd.
Mean-while, bright PRINCESS, who, with
graceful eafe

And native majefty are form'd to please,
Behold thofe arts with a propitious eye,
That fuppliant to their great protectress fly!
Then shall they triumph, and the British stage
Improve her manners, and refine her rage,
More noble characters expofe to view,
And draw her finish'd heroines from you.
Nor you the kind indulgence will refufe,
Skill'd in the labours of the deathlefs. mufe:

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The deathlefs mufe with undiminish'd rays
Through distant times the lovely dame conveys,
To Gloriana Waller's harp was ftrung;

The Queen ftill fhines, because the poet fung.
Even all those graces, in your frame combin'd,
The common fate of mortal charms may find;
(Content our short-liv'd praifes to engage,
The joy and wonder of a fingle age,)
Unless fome poet in a latting fong

To late pofterity their fame prolong,

Inftruct our fons the radiant form to prize,
And fee your beauty with their fathers' eyes.

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