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As when our Eye some Prospect would pursue,
Descending from a Hill, looks round to view,
Passes o’er Lawns and Meadows, till it gains
Some beauteous Spot, and fixing there remains:
With equal Rapture my transported Muse
Flies other Objects, this bright Theme to chuse.
Queen of our Hearts, and Charmer of our Sight,
A Monarch’s Pride, his Glory, and Delight,
Princess ador’d and lov’d, if Verse can give
A deathless Name, thine shall for ever live,
Invok’d where-e’er the British Lion roars,
Extended as the Seas that gird the British Shoars.
The wise Immortals in their Seats above,
To crown their Labours, still apointed Love;
Phœbus enjoy’d the Goddess of the Sea,
Alcides had Omphalè, James has Thee.
O happy James! Content thy mighty Mind,
Grudge not the World, for still thy Queen is kind;
To lye but at whose Feet more Glory brings,
Than ’tis to tread on Scepters and on Kings:
Secure of Empire in that beauteous Breast,
Who wou’d not give their Crowns to be so blest?
Was Hellen half so fair, so form’d for Joy,
Well chose the Trojan, and well burnt was Troy.
But ah! what strange Vicissitudes of Fate,
What Chance attends on ev’ry worldly State!
As when the Skies were sackt, the conquer’d Gods,
Compell’d from Heav’n, forsook their blest Abodes,

Wand’ring