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He hath nothing farther to premife, but that the Reader must not expect to be pleased with every particular poem which is here prefented to him. It is impoffible to furnish out an entertainment of this nature, where every part shall be relished by every guest it will be fufficient, if nothing is fet before him, but what has been approved by those of the most acknowledged taste.
PROSPECT OF PEACE,
A POE M.
To the LORD PRIVY-SEAL.
By Mr. TICKEL L.
Fronde fuper MITRAM, et fælici comptus oliva. VIRG.
Ontending kings, and fields of death, too long Have been the fubject of the British song. Who hath not read of fam'd Ramilia's plain, Bavaria's fall, and Danube choak'd with slain?
Exhausted themes! A gentler note I raise,
Well fends our Queen her mitred BRISTOL forth,
By leagues, to foften earth, and heav'n by pray'r;
So when great Mofes, with JEHOVAH's wand, Had scatter'd plagues o'er stubborn Pharaoh's land, Now spread an hoft of locufts round the shore, Now turn'd Nile's fatt'ning ftreams to putrid gore; Plenty and gladness mark'd the priest of God, And fudden almonds fhot from Aaron's rod.
O thou, from whom these bounteous bleffings flow, To whom, as chief, the hopes of peace we owe, (For next to thee, the man whom kings contend To ftile companion, and to make their friend, Great STRAFFORD, rich in every courtly grace, With joyful pride accepts the second place,) From Britain's ifle, and Ifis' facred fpring, One hour, oh! liften while the Muses fing. Though ministers of mighty monarchs wait, With beating hearts, to learn their masters' fate, One hour forbear to fpeak thy Queen's commands, Nor think the world, thy charge, neglected ftands The blissful profpects, in my verfe display'd, May lure the stubborn, the deceiv'd persuade, Ev'n thou to peace shalt speedier urge the way, And more be haften'd by this short delay.
The haughty Gaul, in ten campaigns o'erthrown, Now ceas'd to think the western world his own. Oft had he mourn'd his boafting leaders bound, And his proud bulwarks fmoaking on the ground; In vain with pow'rs renew'd he fill'd the plain, Made tim❜rous vows, and brib'd the faints in vain; As oft his legions did the fight decline,
Lurk'd in the trench, and skulk'd behind the line.
Before his eyes the fancy'd javelin gleams;
At feafts he starts, and feems dethron'd in dreams ; On glory past reflects with fecret pain,
On mines exhaufted, and on millions flain.
To Britain's Queen the scepter'd fuppliant bends,
At her decree the war fufpended stands,
They vow firm friendship, and give mutual praife.