SEE how the New-Born Season Springs!
High Entring in auspicious State,
On Smiling UNION’s Golden Wings;
See the Blessings that He brings,
EUROPE’s Freedom, Tyrants Fate.

Trophies and Triumphant Spoils,
Due to our ANNA’s Royal Cares,
Due to our ANNA’s pious Pray’rs;
And MARLBOROUGH’s Marital Toils.

Fresh Lawrels shall Adorn his Brow,
Like those of Blenheim’s and Ramillia’s plain;
Nor less Renown’s his last Campaign;
Fame and the Flying Foe must This allow,
Their Troops He Conquer’d Then, their Heartand Courage Now.

Thus Tyrants, Haughty in Success,
Like Cowards in Distress,
With shameful Shifts comply ;
In pain prolong their wretched Breath,
Rather than meet a Glorious Death,
Tho’ Sure at Last to Die:
Chor. Yes; and the doleful Day draws Nigh.

Then shall the Drum and Trumpet sleep,
The Weary World have Rest;
The Seas Pacific Silence keep,
Calm as their Guardian GEORGE’s Brest.

Nor in those Halycon Days of Peace
Shall Glorious ANNA’s Triumphs cease;

Grand Chorus.
New Wonders of Glory
Unrival’d in Story,
New Scenes of Applause, shall her Annals Adorn,
With a Harvest of Blessings for Ages Unborn.

FINIS.