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Wide is the difference, as you see it here,
'Twixt widow of a day, and widow of a year.
All lenient time expands his wings,
Away he flies with human cares;

Then back, full fraught with joy, repairs,
And every balmy comfort brings.

Time checks the mourning husband's fighs;
"Tis he congeals the falling tear,
To form the lovely lucid leer,
Which sparkles in a widow's eyes.

ON

ON THE ROYAL NUPTIALS.

TO THE QUEEN.

BY MRS. P

WHen everytongue great George's praise recites,

And heart-felt gratitude the verfe indites;

May I my wishes for his weal impart,

In words that speak the language of the heart:
May I, the humbleft of the mufes train,
Prefume to join them in the lofty strain;

Yes, yes, the infpiring mufe now darts her ray,
And bids to Charlotte thus devote the lay.
Deign then, O queen! to view this humble wreath,
And on the flowery band acceptance breathe:
Myrtles as fragrant as thy George's name,
Whofe incense rises on the wings of fame,
Fresh have I cull'd from Pindus' facred fhade,
With blooming flowerets that can never fade ;
Emblems of virtues that thy George adorn,
Foretelling bleffings to an age unborn;
Laurels unchanging join the myftic band,
Which speak the glories of this conquering land:
Thefe, royal Charlotte, by the mufe confign'd,
Trembling I weave, thy facred brow to bind.

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The wreath thus form'd, receive it, gracious queen,

And mark the virtues that in George are seen :
His name, by generous deeds illuftrious grown,
Now shines the brightest jewel in his crown;
Fair honour fits enthron'd upon his brow,
Where youth and beauty like these flowerets grow;
Virtue and truth his fteady footsteps wait,
And mercy, fmiling cherub, opes his gate:
At his example vice aftonish'd falls,

And dreads an exile from our happy walls:
Religion now fresh beams her cheering ray,
And heaven's vicegerent gladly owns the sway:
True filial piety his bosom warms,

And focial fondness in the monarch charms :
From his bright pattern every bleffing fprings,
The beft of fons, of brothers, and of kings.
What more remain'd to form the god-like youth?
Paternal fondness, and connubial truth.
Lo! now approving angels gracious bring
A confort worthy Albion's virtuous king:
Graces celeftial to her mind belong,

Humble tho' great, and fagely wife tho' young.
England's old genius like himself appears,
And points exulting to the coming years;
With joy paternal bids obedient fame

To trembling nations British George proclaim :
Long may he reign, encircled with renown,
Fair as his virtues, mighty as his crown:

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May sweet domeftic bliss, unmix'd with care,
And foft content your rifing hours prepare:
May each fucceeding year new transport bring,
And truth and wisdom bloom perpetual spring:
Long may the people and the king conteft,
Who moft revere, who love each other beft:
May his dread fceptre horrid war bid cease,
And awe perfidious nations into peace :
May home-felt bliss the cares of state beguile,
The parent's rapture at the cherub-smile;
'T'he joys refin'd to rear the budding flower,
And taste its sweetness in the vernal hour;
Joys! fuch as lov'd, lamented Frederick knew,
Beneath whose care his infant virtues grew:
Like good Augufta be great Charlotte seen,
Nor lofe the mother in the mighty queen:
And late, oh late, may heaven's dread mandate come,
Which calls the mortal to his native home:
Then may fome radiant fpirit guide your way,
To the blefs'd regions of eternal day;

There, brighter crown'd, amidst the facred throng,
In strains celeftial join the feraph's fong.

ON

ON OCCASION OF THE PEACE. A POEM.

BY F. F---.

Peace o'er the world her olive wand extends,

And white-rob'd innocence from heaven defcends.

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Dieu the horrors of deftructive war,

And mad Bellona in her iron car!

But welcome to our fmiling fields again,
Sweet peace! attended with thy jocund train,
Truth, virtue, freedom, that can never cloy,
And all the pleafing family of joy.

POPE

Thofe fchemes purfued, which Pitt fo wifely plan'd,
Conqueft has shower'd her bleffings on the land;
And Britain's fons more laurels have obtain❜d,
Than all her Henries, or her Edwards gain'd:
George faw with joy the peaceful period given,
And bow'd obedient to the will of heaven :
Awful he rofe to bid diffention ceafe,
And all the warring world was calm'd to peace;
"Thus did the roaring waves their rage compofe,
"When the great father of the floods arose."
Then came Aftrea mild, our isle to bless,
Fair queen of virtue, and of happiness!
Then came our troops in fighting fields renown'd,
And mark'd with many an honourable wound.

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