On the young LIONS whelp'd in the Tower.

W

Hilft, at fuch Distance from their Native

[Lands,

From Southern Climes, and hot Getulia's

The captive Lions join in Love's Embrace,
And propagate with us their tawny Race ;
We greet the Prodigy before unknown,
And claim the Royal Species for our own.

[Sands,

In this fair Omen let Britannia fee The Pledge of Rule, and destin'd Victory; And while fhe meditates her dread Alarms, And fartheft India trembles at her Arms; Let her triumphant Navies, on the Main, From Sun to Sun affert her antient Reign, And check the Auftrian Pride, and humble

[haughty Spain.

A

A WEDDING-SONG.

Ut ameris, amabilis efto.

I.

EE the springing Day from far

SE

Usher'd by the Morning-star! Hear the Lark, with upward Wing Meeting Dawn her Carol fing!

See the Sun in Eastern Skies

Joyous as a Bridegroom rise!
Wake, my Dear, and come away,
Smiling greet the happy Day,
Ne'er was yet thy lovely Breast

Cold or flow to my Request;

Now begin not to delay,

Dear, awake, and come away:
Join thy plighted Hands, and join

First thine Oraifons with mine.

Show'r

Show'r thine Influence from on high,
Author of the Nuptial Tye;

Show'r thy Graces, Holy Dove!

God of Peace, and God of Love.

II.

If e'er thy forming Hand has giv'n
Woman, latest Work of Heav'n,
With focial dear domeftick Joys
Height'ning lonely Paradife;

If e'er thy kind paternal Care
Join'd and bleft the wedded Pair,
In fpotless Bonds, ordain'd to be
Emblems of thy Church and Thee;
If e'er thy mightier Love decreed
Life from Jefu, Woman's Seed,
The Lofs of Eden to retrieve,
Sprung from Mary, Second Eve;

If e'er thy Word has endless Rest
Shadow'd by the Nuptial Feast.
Heav'n our last Wish and farthest Aim,
Mystick Marriage of the Lamb!

Show'r thine Influence from on high,

Author of the nuptial Tye;

Show'r thy Graces, holy Dove!

God of Peace, and God of Love!

III.

Quit not thine Olympic Snows,

Juno, guarding Marriage Vows.

Venus, fleep in Ida's Grove,

Laughing Sea-born Queen of Love!

Cupid banish'd hence away,

Idle Cupid, with her stay.
Here nor Hymen fhall prefide

Clasp'd in Mantle Saffron-dy'd,

Wanton Graces dance, nor Hours

Scatter Odours, Leaves and Flowers,

Twift the blooming Wreath, nor spread
Rose and Myrtle where we tread.
All unfeign'd and real be

Truth transcending Poetry.

Show'r thine Influence from on high,

Author of the Nuptial Tye;

Show'r thy Graces, Holy Dove!

God of Peace, and God of Love!

IV.

Ye Virgins hafte, my

Bride prepare,

Drefs be now the Dear-one's Care,

Well-fuited, unaffected, free,

Worthy Her and worthy Me.

Nor poorly mean, nor coftly vain,
Neat, and elegant, and plain.

Her