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To the Right Honourable Charles Lord Halifax, one of the Lords Justices appointed by His Majesty.
1714.
ATRON of verse, O Halifax, attend,The muse's fav'rite, and the poet's friend!Approaching joys my ravish'd thoughts inspire:I feel the transport; and my soul's on fire! 4
Again Britannia rears her awful head:Her fears, transplanted, to her foes are fled.Again her standard she displays to view;And all its faded lillies bloom anew. 8Here beauteous Liberty salutes the fight,Still pale, nor yet recover'd of her fright,Whilst here Religion, smiling to the skies,Her thanks expresses with up-lifted eyes. 12
But who advances next, with chearful grace,Joy in her eye, and plenty in her face?
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