V. "Who, when our fov'reign liege to fate shall yield, "Shall prop, like him, Britannia's falling state? "Who now the vengeful fword of justice wield, "Or ope, like him, fweet Mercy's golden gate? VI. "Who shall to Arts their pristine honour bring, "Rear from the duft fair Learning's laurell'd head, "Or bid rich Commerce plume her daring wing? Arts, Learning, Commerce are in FREDERIC dead. VII. "Who now shall tend, with fond paternal care, "The future guardians of our faith and laws? "Who teach their breasts with patriot worth to dare, "And die, with ardour, in Britannia's cause ? VIII. "And who, ah! who, with foft endearing lore, "Shall footh, like him, the royal mourner's breast? "Her lord, her life, her FREDERIC is no more.”Deep groans and bitter wailings fpeak the rest. IX, Then, when at length the awful scene was clos'd, To feed on folitary woe the mind; X. All but Lorenzo;-he with grief dismay'd, XI. But when each lamp by flow degrees expir'd, XII. The vaulted mansions of th' illustrious dead XIII. There, as around the monumental maze With glory clad, th' imperial fhrines among, XV. The firft was he, whom CRESSY's glorious plain XVI. Next ARTHUR fat, at whofe aufpicious birth Yet green in death, the last majestic shade "All hail! illustrious partner of our fate, XIX. "The fame our fortune, as our worth the same, " (To worth like ours fhort date doth heav'n affign) "As one our fortune, one fhall be our fame, "And long record our deathless names fhall join. XX. "But oh! I tremble for Britannia's state, "May guardian pow'rs avert the dire prefage! "For well she knows, at our untimely fate "How heav'n's dread vengeance fmote each fin.. full age. XXI. "The regal staff afpiring BOLINBROKE "Snatch'd with rude grafp from RICHARD'S "princely hand; “Loos'd from hell's confines, civil Discord fhook "The dubious throne, and tore the beeding land. XXIII. "When ARTHUR died, imperious HENRY's thirst "Of fubject's blood nor heeded fex nor age; "His wives a facrifice to vagrant luft, "His nobles victims to tyrannic rage. XXIV. *When pious CHARLES in right fraternal reign'd, "Rebellion proudly stalk'd from shore to fhore, "Her laws, her rights, her holy faith profan'd, "And dy'd the guilty land with royal gore. XXIV. "Yet ah! may pity move relenting heav'n! 6 Enough the groans beneath her present woe; |