With manly valour and attractive air
Shalt quell the fierce, and captivate the fair.
O England's younger hope! in whom conspire
The mother's sweetness, and the father's fire ?
For thee perhaps, even now, of kingly race
Some dawning beauty blooms in every grace,
Some Carolina, to heav'n's dictates true,
Who, while the scepter'd rivals vainly sue,
Thy inborn worth with confcious eyes shall see,
And flight th' imperial diadem for thee.
Pleas'd with the profpect of successive reigns,
The tuneful tribe no more in daring strains
Shall vindicate, with pious fears opprest,
Endanger'd rights, and liberty distrest:
To milder founds each muse shall tune the lyre,
And gratitude, and faith to Kings infpire,
And filial love; bid impious discord cease,
And footh the madding factions into peace;
Or rise ambitious in more lofty lays,
And teach the nation their new monarch's praise,
Describe his awful look, and godlike mind,
And Cæfar's power with Cato's virtue join'd.
Mean-while, brightPRINCESS, who, with gracefuleafe
And native majesty art form'd to please,
Behold those arts with a propitious eye,
That fuppliant to their great protectress fly!: