That cordial thought her spirits cheer'd, And through the cumberous throng, Not else unworthy to be fear'd, Convey'd her calm along. So, ancient poets say, serene With more than astronomic eyes Yet let the glories of a night Like that, once seen, suffice, Heaven grant us no such future sight, Such previous wo the price! ANNUS MEMORABILIS, 1789. WRITTEN IN COMMEMORATION OF HIS MAJESTY'S HAPPY RECOVERY. I RANSACK'D, for a theme of song, Through tomes of fable and of dream, But none I found, or found them shared To modern times, with Truth to guide Thus, as the bee, from bank to bower, But rests on none, till that be found, (For feats of sanguinary hue A theme to ennoble even mine, The spring of eighty-nine shall be That threaten'd England's trembling state Her sovereign's tutelary care, One breath of Heaven, that cried-Restore! And far the richest crown on earth, Then suddenly regain the prize, O Queen of Albion, queen of isles! Of grandeur that ensures respect; |