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Poems on several Occasions.
Thus has Eternal Providence decreed,
To grant the only Blessing you could need.
Take it my Lord, as 'tis divinely meant,
A Gift peculiar from Heaven sent;
A Sanction to promote your Happiness,
And crown your Solitude with lasting Bliss:
To please a Parent, Plants may kindly shoot,
But Children are the Quintiscential Fruit;
The charming Prattle, and the Tales they tell,
By Nature taught, all Musick far excel.
May then, th' Illustrious Babe with speedy growth.
Stretch out his Infancy, and hast to Youth;
From Youth to Manhood, may his Years improve,
Blest with a Father's Joy, a Mother's Love,
And sacred Gifts descending from above.
Th' Eternal in your Favour does bestow,
A Comfort glittering Courts, but seldom know;
A quiet Life, from Proud Ambition free,
An Heir too, to support your Family:
Sent to Exalt, and make your Pleasures great,
In the calm Halcyon Days of your retreat.
So in the Roman State, when Civil War,
Harrass'd the Natives, by Intestine Jarr;
When rage in Triumph rode through every Street,
And he whose Arm was strongest, had most Wit:
The noble [1]Atticus in Rural Bowers,
Past with selected Friends, and Books, his Hours;
Sometimes his beauteous Spouse too, would improve,
The Day, with Tales of Constancy and Love:
But yet no Males could bring, 'till Juno prone
To pity, summ'd at last all Joys in one,
Heard her devoted Prayers,
And blest her with a Son.
To grant the only Blessing you could need.
Take it my Lord, as 'tis divinely meant,
A Gift peculiar from Heaven sent;
A Sanction to promote your Happiness,
And crown your Solitude with lasting Bliss:
To please a Parent, Plants may kindly shoot,
But Children are the Quintiscential Fruit;
The charming Prattle, and the Tales they tell,
By Nature taught, all Musick far excel.
May then, th' Illustrious Babe with speedy growth.
Stretch out his Infancy, and hast to Youth;
From Youth to Manhood, may his Years improve,
Blest with a Father's Joy, a Mother's Love,
And sacred Gifts descending from above.
Th' Eternal in your Favour does bestow,
A Comfort glittering Courts, but seldom know;
A quiet Life, from Proud Ambition free,
An Heir too, to support your Family:
Sent to Exalt, and make your Pleasures great,
In the calm Halcyon Days of your retreat.
So in the Roman State, when Civil War,
Harrass'd the Natives, by Intestine Jarr;
When rage in Triumph rode through every Street,
And he whose Arm was strongest, had most Wit:
The noble [1]Atticus in Rural Bowers,
Past with selected Friends, and Books, his Hours;
Sometimes his beauteous Spouse too, would improve,
The Day, with Tales of Constancy and Love:
But yet no Males could bring, 'till Juno prone
To pity, summ'd at last all Joys in one,
Heard her devoted Prayers,
And blest her with a Son.
FINIS.
