NEAR to the Sacred and Immortal Frame,
Known by the Gentiles Great Apoſtle's Name,
In Form Majeſtick A N N A feem'd to riſe,
And lift Her Shoulders to the diſtant Skies.
Below, with Awe, Four Mighty Nations meet,
To Worſhip, and do Homage at Her Feet :
And as beneath the Marble Weight they ſtand,
Britannia, Ireland, and the Newfoundland
Seem to rejoyce, and feel their Burthen light ;
Whilſt gazing on Her Eyes they feed their Sight :
But France alone, with Down caſt Look, is ſeen
A Sad Spectator of ſo Good a Q U E E N.
Ungrateful Country ! to forget ſo ſoon
All that Great A N N A for her ſake had done :
When ſworn the Kind Supporter of thy Cauſe,
Spight of Her dear Religion, Spight of Laws.
For thee She ſheath'd the Terror of the Sword,
For thee She broke her General and Her Word ;
For thee Her Will in Doubtful Words She told,
And learn'd to ſpeak like Oracles of Old ;
For thee She cuts the Cable of Her State,
Gave to the Winds to blow, the Waves to beat ;
For thee, for thee alone, What could She more ?
She loſt the Honour She had gain'd before,
Such as no Britiſh Monarch ever bore :
Diſclaim'd Her Victories Her Arms had won,
Such Cæſar never ſaw, nor Philip's Son ;
Reſign'd the Glory of a Ten Years Reign,
And ſuch as none but Marlbro's Arm could gain.
For thee in Annals She's content to ſhine,
Like other Monarchs, in Her Ancient Line.