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NO 1 more let ancient times their heroes boast, | |
Since all their fame in Georges praise is lost; | |
Not Greeceher Alexanders; CæsarsRome | |
For worth and virtue view our Monarchs tomb. | |
Restless ambition dwelt in Cæsars mind, | 5 |
He murderd nations and enslaved mankind: | |
He found a genrous people great and free, | |
And gave them tyrants for their liberty. | |
The glorious Alexander, half divine, | |
Whose godlike deeds in ancient records shine, | 10 |
Dropt his divinity at every feast; | |
And lost the god and hero in the beast. | |
Shall then our monarch be with these compared, | |
Or Georges glory with a Cæsar shared: | |
Nowe indignant spurn the unworthy claim: | 15 |
George shines unrivalld in the lists of fame: | |
For while he reignd, each virtue, every grace | |
Beamd from his throne, and sparkled in his face: | |
While justice, goodness, liberty inspired, | |
And Britains freedom all his conduct fired. | 20 |
His peoples father was his highest boast; | |
And in that name was all the sovereign lost. | |
Justice which left the world since Saturns reign, | |
In him returning blest these realms again; | |
Even rigid justice with compassion joind, | 25 |
Sweetly uniting in his generous mind. | |
But why should we on separate features dwell, | |
When the great picture does in each excel? | |
No single virtues strike us with surprise; | |
All come united to the admiring eyes. | 30 |