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Poetry.
POETRY .
ODE . FOR THE BIRTH-DAY OF
HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUKE OF YORK , M , D , CC , XCIII . BY J . WATKINS , L . L . D .
V V HILE France laments her niin'd state , Her murder'd King , her Queen in chains , And weeps incessant o ' er her'fate ; While her best sons seek foreign plains , Britannia rules in matchless sway ,
Her Sons feel freedom to obey . O ' er George ' s head she waves her shield , And with her spear points out the way That leads to glory ' s martial field , To FRED ' RICK . thus , 1 heard her say ,- — " My Son assert Britannia ' s cause treach foes
" Maintain her rights ' gainst ' rous . " Rous'd at the call our . FRED ' RiCK flew Untouch'd by fear of pain or death , His gallant ranks as eager too Push'd on to seize the fadeless wreath : For well they knew Britannia ' s cause
lnvolv'd their Liberty and Laws . There on the plains where Marlbro' fought , And rais'd the British glory high , By victory led , their foes they sought And triumph'd in Humanity : For mercy in the British mind
With courage always is combin'd . The British name for valour known ; For every generous action fam'd ' Has triumph'd now in Y ORK ' renown , And all it ' s treach ' rous foes has sham'd . Britannia sees her glorious name
Shine in her Royal ERED ' RICK ' S fame .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
POETRY .
ODE . FOR THE BIRTH-DAY OF
HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUKE OF YORK , M , D , CC , XCIII . BY J . WATKINS , L . L . D .
V V HILE France laments her niin'd state , Her murder'd King , her Queen in chains , And weeps incessant o ' er her'fate ; While her best sons seek foreign plains , Britannia rules in matchless sway ,
Her Sons feel freedom to obey . O ' er George ' s head she waves her shield , And with her spear points out the way That leads to glory ' s martial field , To FRED ' RICK . thus , 1 heard her say ,- — " My Son assert Britannia ' s cause treach foes
" Maintain her rights ' gainst ' rous . " Rous'd at the call our . FRED ' RiCK flew Untouch'd by fear of pain or death , His gallant ranks as eager too Push'd on to seize the fadeless wreath : For well they knew Britannia ' s cause
lnvolv'd their Liberty and Laws . There on the plains where Marlbro' fought , And rais'd the British glory high , By victory led , their foes they sought And triumph'd in Humanity : For mercy in the British mind
With courage always is combin'd . The British name for valour known ; For every generous action fam'd ' Has triumph'd now in Y ORK ' renown , And all it ' s treach ' rous foes has sham'd . Britannia sees her glorious name
Shine in her Royal ERED ' RICK ' S fame .