Conamur, tenues, Grandia,
Laudes Egregii Caesaris -------------
Hic Dies vere mihi Festus, atras
Eximer Curas, Ego nec tumultum,
Nec mori per vim metuam, tenente
Caesare terras ------------------- Hor.

DUBLIN: / Printed in the Year MDCCXXX.

An / ODE, &c.

RECITATIVE.
GREAT, inexhausted Source of Day,
Bright Parent of the genial Ray,
Unfold thy purest Beams of Light,
And bring with thee, enliv’ning Pow’r!
Each silver-wing’d, each blissful Hour,
Joy-creating, rob’d in White.

AIR.
Like thee AUGUSTUS reigns below,
From him diffusive Blessings flow,
And cloath’d with Grandeur, Glory, Love,
He emulates thy Reign above.
Da Capo.
AIR.
‘Wake the Soul-enchanting Lute,
The warbling Lyre, the breathing Flute,
And touch the Viol into Sound:
With Joy let ev’ry Voice proclaim,
A GEORGE, the fav’rite Son of Fame,
With all exalted Virtues crown’d.

AIR.
Sacred Wisdom, heav’nly Guest!
And Justice, Attribute divine!
Fix their Empire in his Breast,
And bid the finish’d Hero shine:
Who lends a Lustre to the Throne,
And makes his People’s Joy, his own.
Da Capo.
RECITATIVE.
This Day be sacred o’er the Earth,
The Day that gave AUGUSTUS Birth.
For, he abundant Wealth supplies,
And bids neglected MERIT rise.

AIR.
That Learning, Virtue, Wisdom gain
Distinguish’d Honours in his Reign,
Let CARTRET’s Worth high-rais’d pro-
claim,
If Wisdom yet may higher soar,
If Merit be rewarded more,
Yet greater Glories shall exalt his Name.
Da Capo.

AIR.
Plenty, drest in Smiles appears,
And Learning, beauteous Child of Peace,
Her heav’nly Form, delighted, rears,
And Pleasure sports in ev’ry Face:
Those blessings, which unceasing flow
From his indulgent bounteous Hand,
Let Proud oppressing Tyrants know
To bless, is nobler than command.
Da Capo.
RECITATIVE.
What Muse can in a glorious Light,
His early Excellence display?
When cloath’d with Terrors, thro’ the Fight
He spread CONFUSION and DISMAY:

AIR.
See! Fir’d with Ardor to engage,
The BRITISH AMMON pours along
With an impetuous Torrent’s Rage,
And pierces thro’ the thickest Throng!
Slaughter wastes at his Command,
And Thousands sink beneath his Hand;
The Combat bleeds where-e’er he goes,
And wide the purple Deluge flows,

RECITATIVE.
While thro’ the vanquish’d Host,
By his intrepid Valour lost,
Amazement, Terror, Doscord fly,
And Fear, with oft-reverted Eye.

AIR.
Goddess Glory, haste, prepare
The golden wreath for GEORGE’s Brow,
GEORGE, more worthy of thy Care,
Than all that Nature form’d till now,
Tho’ Brunswick, and a Nassau’s Name,
Have fill’d the loudest Voice of Fame.
Da Capo.
AIR.
Ye ever-watchful guardian Pow’rs
Who fondly round Augustus wait,
Bid the smiling, circling, Hours
Waft new Glories to his State;
On Him let ev’ry Blessing flow
That Man can hope, or Heav’n bestow.
Da Capo.

RECITATIVE.
Heav’n, to grace his Throne inclin’d,
Created, with exactest Care,
CAROLINE, surpassing fair,
And stamp’d Perfection on her Mind.

AIR.
Worthy over Hearts to reign,
Beauty’s hand thy Person drest,
The Graces too, a blooming Train,
In ev’ry Feature Smile confest;
Ev’ry Charm, and Gift Divine,
Lives in Gracious CAROLINE.
Da Capo.
AIR.
O Fate! To crown the glorious Scene,
Preserve the Princely Race with Care,
For, there the Parent Virtues reign,
And all our Blooming Hopes are there:
Let them thro’ rising Ages Shine,
And bless like George and Caroline.
Da Capo.
CHORUS.
We ask no more, propitious Fate!
Peculiar Blessings for our State,
That Plenty, Wealth, and Peace may smile,
And pour Abundance o’er our Isle:
But hear, O! hear HIBERNIA’s Pray’r,
Preserve and guard the Royal Pair,
In that, kind Heav’n will give us more
Of Glory, Grandeur, Wealth, and Fame,
Than e’er adorn’d Britannia’s Name,
Or ever blest the World before.

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