| A New ODE, / BEING / A Congratulatory Poem / ON / The Glorious Successes of Her Majesty’s Arms / under the Command of the Auspicious Ge- / neral his Grace the Duke of Marlborough.
Set to Musick by Me. Jer. Clark.
To be Perform’d by the Best Masters, on Friday the 20th / of this Instant, at Seven a Clock in York-Buildings.
I.
HAIL Happy QUEEN! Born to Heal and to Unite.
Our private Heats now melt into Delight.
Your Reign alone foretells a Downy Peace,
Wealth ever waits on Piety’s Increase.
II.
Division here will lose its hated Name,
And Faction cease which set us in a Flame,
Or only strive to raise bright ANNA’s Fame.
III.
New Conquests fill each Muse’s busie Tongue,
And Bards must Song of Deeds before unsung.
The Danube, the Mosell, the Maes and Rhine
To furnish ANNA’s Arms with Trophies join,
And speak of Victories by neither seen,
Till such an ARMY fought for such a QUEEN.
Chorus.
Oh Albion! mark the Day that gave her Birth,
And let your Joy proclaim it round the Earth.
For Two Voices.
Triumph and Fame clap their rejoicing Wings,
When Victory her Hero homeward brings.
Loud Acclamations fill the rended Air,
And Shouts of Joy succeed the Noise of War.
Whilst ANNA fenc’d within her Watry Walls,
Sets poising Empires in her Equal Scales.
And you Great Sir, with flaming Sword in Hand,
As the Angel Paradise Protect our Land.
The Grand Chorus.
Io’s shall with repeated Io’s Join,
Till Harmony on Earth resembles the Divine.
Frome Pole to Pole the pleasing Sound shall fly,
TO REGINA be the Mutual Cry..
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