Tho' prompt at Honour's call to brave Conqueft's triumphant banner flies, The generous Victor bids the conflict ceafe, And 'midft his laurels twines the nobler wreaths of peace. Bleft Peace! O may thy radiance mild Beam kindly on the opening year! The fiends of Discord urge their rash career, Not flow to guard her holy Laws, Faithful to him their hearts approve, The MONARCH they revere, the MAN they love, weal. LINES 1 INES ADDRESSED TO STATES ME N. Verba animi preferre et vitam impendere vero. WHILE thanklefs England, by her fears misled, To truth, to reason, and to virtue dead, Fawns on the men who undermine her laws, power: You keep your post and are a patriot still. Not Not fuch as vulgar admiration claim; FINIS. |