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From Holland, to a Friend in England,
in the Year 1703.
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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: 8The 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. 12Dispatch 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. 16Old Lewis makes his last effort in arms, And shews how, even in age, ambition charms.Mean
