The Poetical Works of Addison; Gay's Fables; and Somerville's Chase · Chapter 23To Her Royal Highness the Princess of Wales,[12
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The Muse that oft, with sacred raptures fired, Has generous thoughts of liberty inspired, And, boldly rising for Britannia's laws, Engaged great Cato in her country's cause, On you submissive waits, with hopes assured, By whom the mighty blessing stands secured, And all the glories that our age adorn, Are promised to a people yet unborn. No longer shall the widowed land bemoan A broken lineage, and a doubtful throne; _10 But boast her royal progeny's increase, And count the pledges of her future peace. O, born to strengthen and to grace our isle! While you, fair Princess, in your offspring smile, Supplying charms to the succeeding age, Each heavenly daughter's triumphs we presage; Already see the illustrious youths complain, And pity monarchs doomed to sigh in vain. Thou too, the darling of our fond desires, Whom Albion, opening wide her arms, requires, _20 With manly valour and attractive air Shalt quell the fierce and captivate the fair. O England's younger hope! in whom conspire The mother's sweetness and the father's fire! For thee perhaps, even now, of kingly race, Some dawning beauty blooms in every grace, Some Carolina, to heaven's dictates true, Who, while the sceptred rivals vainly sue, Thy inborn worth with conscious eyes shall see, And slight the imperial diadem for thee. _30 Pleased with the prospect of successive reigns, The tuneful tribe no more in daring strains Shall vindicate, with pious fears oppressed, Endangered rights, and liberty distressed: To milder sounds each Muse shall tune the lyre, And gratitude, and faith to kings inspire, And filial love; bid impious discord cease, And soothe the madding factions into peace; Or rise ambitious in more lofty lays, And teach the nation their new monarch's praise, _40 Describe his awful look and godlike mind, And Cæsar's power with Cato's virtue joined. Meanwhile, bright Princess, who, with graceful ease And native majesty, are formed to please, Behold those arts with a propitious eye, That suppliant to their great protectress fly! Then shall they triumph, and the British stage Improve her manners and refine her rage, More noble characters expose to view, And draw her finished heroines from you. _50 Nor you the kind indulgence will refuse, Skilled in the labours of the deathless Muse: The deathless Muse with undiminished rays Through distant times the lovely dame conveys: To Gloriana[13] Waller's harp was strung; The queen still shines, because the poet sung. Even all those graces, in your frame combined, The common fate of mortal charms may find, (Content our short-lived praises to engage, The joy and wonder of a single age,) _60 Unless some poet in a lasting song To late posterity their fame prolong, Instruct our sons the radiant form to prize. And see your beauty with their fathers' eyes.