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Such Labours with Succeſs her Hopes may crown,
And ſhame to Manners an incorrigible Town

While this Deſign her eager Thought purſues,
Such various Virtues all around ſhe views,
She knows not where to fix, or which to chuſe.}
Yet ſtili ambitious of the daring Flight,
ONE only awes her with Superior light.
From that Attempt the Conſcious Muſe retires,
Nor to Inimitable Worth aſpires;
But ſecretly Applauds, and ſilently Admires.}

Hence ſhe reflects upon the genial Ray
That firſt enliven'd this Auſpicious Day:
On that Bright Star, to whoſe Indulgent Pow'r
We owe the Bleſſings of the Preſcnt Hour.
Concurring Omens of propitious Fate.
Bore, with One Sacred Bitth, an equal Date;
Whence we derive whatever we poſſeſs,
By Foreign Conqueſt, or Dameſtick Peace.

Then, Britain, then thy Dawn of Bliſs begun:
Then broke the Morn that lighted up this Sun!
Then was it doom'd whoſe Councils ſhould ſucceed;
And by whoſe Arm the Chriſtian freed ;
Then the fierce Foe was pre-ordain'd to yield,
And then the Battel won at BLENHEIM'S Glorious Field.

                        FINIS.

           LONDON : Printed for J.Tonſen, 1705.