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From Holland, to a Friend in England,
in the Year 1703.

 

ROM Utrecht's silent walks, by winds, I send
Health and kind wishes to my absent friend.
The winter spent, I feel the poet's fire;
The sun advances, and the fogs retire: 4
The genial spring unbinds the frozen earth,
Dawns on the trees, and gives the primrose birth.
Loos'd from their friendly harbours, once again
Confederate fleets assemble on the main: 8
The voice of war the gallant soldier wakes;
And weeping Cloë parting kisses takes.
On new plum'd wings the Roman eagle soars;
The Belgick lion in full fury roars. 12
Dispatch th e leader from your happy coast,
The hope of Europe, and Britannia's boast:
O Marlborough come! fresh laurels for thee rise!
One conquest more; and Gallia will grow wise. 16
Old Lewis makes his last effort in arms,
And shews how, even in age, ambition charms.

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