Recitative.
MONARCH of musick, verse, and Day,
With harmony awake the morn;
Sacred she breaks, to Caesar born:
So let her brow, thy splendid ray,
With brighter smiles adorn.
     Chorus.
To distant Rhine and Po,
Ye happier swains,
In grateful strains,
Resound the joys of Britain free:
What joys can shouts of conquest know,
Like songs of peace and liberty?
     Recitative.
Great George, to peace inclin’d,
Fulfills the laws of heav’n:
To rule, and save mankind,
The pow’r of kings was giv’n.
     Air.
Let wild ambition sound alarms,
And take, in fields, her false delight;
The god-like hero never arms,
Unless to do the injur’d right.
To Rome direct the pitying eye,
Beneath oppression’s holy reign,
There view, of elder liberty,
What mould’ring monuments remain.
Long since, to happier Britain sped,
Exil’d the goddess took her way,
There. smiling, lifts her cherish’d head,
Secure in George his gentle sway.
     Recitative.
In nature’s infant state, when providence
The first of monarchs made, for man’s defence,
Had George then liv’d, wise heav’n had then ordain’d,
That George, of chosen kings, the first had reign’d.
How thankful then, blest Britain! shou’d’st thou be,
That heav’n reserv’d his later birth for thee?
     Air.
Great George, with the welfare of Britain at heart,
With liberty, makes his ambition take part;
The pride of his pow’r is to let us enjoy,
What monarchs despotick inglorious destroy.
What subject, than he, more observant of right?
His crown is our glory; our weal, his delight.
If these are the virtures that mark a prince, great,
Then, greatness imperia, in George is complete.
     Recitative.
Fruitless, in milder climes, the genial sun,
On ravag’d, rural industry, has shone:
Spoil’d, or untill’d, the glebe neglected lies,
While British grain the waste of war supplies.
     Air.
How great then, how sublime the soul!
That can its martial flame controul;
That dares the pride of peace prefer,
To all the ruthless wreaths of war;
That while embattled nations toil,
Contested realms to save, or spoil,
Stands arm’d, secure upon his guard,
To curb insulting pow’r repar’d.
     Chorus.
To distant Rhine and Po, &c.