A poem, sacred to the glorious memory of our late most gracious sovereign lord King George: ... By Richard Savage, ...

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A POEM, &c.

LET gaudy Mirth, to the blithe Carrol-song,

In loose light-measur'd Numbers dance along;

Thou, Muse no flow'ry Fancies here display,

Nor warble with the chearful Lark thy Lay.

In the dark Cypress Grove, or moss-grown Cell,

Where dreary Ravens haunt, would Sorrow dwell!

Where Ghosts, that shun the Day, come sweeping by,

Or fix in melancholy Frenzy's Eye;

Yet now she turns her Flight to Scenes of State,

Where Wealth and Grandeur weep the Frowns of Fate!

Wealth, Want, Rank, Power, here each alike partakes,

As the Shrub bends, the lofty Cedar shakes;

To her wide View is no Contraction known,

Tis Youth, 'tis Age, the Cottage and the Throne.

O Exclamation! lend thy sad Relief!

O Dodington! indulge the righteous Grief!

Distant, I've long beheld, in Thee, transcend

The Poet, Patron, Patriot, and the Friend.

Thou, who must live in Truth's remotest Page,

Form'd to delight, and dignify an Age;

Whose Words, whose Manners, and whose Mind declare,

Each Grace, each Moral, and each Muse are there;

Accept this Po'esy, void of venal Aim,

Made sacred by thy Royal Master's Name.

But why, O Muse! are songful-Hours thy Choice?

Lost is the Life, whose Glory lifts thy Voice!

GEORGE is no more! As at the doomful sound

Of the last Trump, all Nature feels the Wound!

Each private, each distinguish'd Virtue bleeds!

And what but Lamentation long succeeds?

Where wilt thou then for apt Allusions fly?

What Eloquence can throbbing Grief supply?

Late, golden Pleasures urg'd their shining Way,

With GEORGE they flourish'd, and with GEORGE decay!

Now dusky Woes, o'er varied Scenes extend,

Groans rise! Rocks echo! and chill Damps descend!

Grief strikes my View with ever-weeping Eyes,

At her wan Look, each lively Fancy dies.

In fear, in hope, dull rest, or rufling Storms,

Thus Woe besets us, tho in various Forms!

That dire Event of Youth's ungovern'd Rage!

That dear-bought Knowledge to declining Age!

In Want, in Scorn, it haunts an humble State,

Tis Care, 'tis Envy, to perplex the Great!

A Kingdom's Curse, it in Dissention brings;

Or heavier falls, when falls the best of Kings!

Worth it exalts, when aiming to debase;

Tis Virtue's Triumph, or 'tis Guilt's Disgrace!

It humbles Life, yet dignifies our End;

Reflection's Torment, yet Reflection's Friend!

Then let the Muse her meaning Notes resume,

And pay due Sorrows to the hallow'd Tomb.

Was there a Glory, yet to Greatness known,

That not in Brunswick's Soul superiour shone?

Ill fare the Man, who, rob'd in purple Pride,

To wounded Worth has no Relief apply'd!

Benevolence makes Pow'r to Prudence dear,

When Pity weeps, what Pearl excells the Tear?

When not one Virtue glows to bless Mankind,

When Pride's cold Influence petrifies the Mind;

Let the Prince blaze with Jems!—in Wisdom's View,

An Emblem of the Rock, where once they grew!

Yet Springs gush out, to prove ev'n Rocks can flow

In Rills refreshful to the Vales below.

Why has he pow'r, and why no heart to chear,

Unseeing Eyes, and Ears that will not hear?

Swift, as his Bliss, shall his light Name decay,

Who, self-indulgent, sports his Hours away!

But, Oh!—what Love, what Honour shall he claim,

Whose Joy is Bounty, and whose Gift is Fame?

He (truly Great!) his useful Pow'r refines,

By him discover'd Worth exalted shines;

Exalted Worth, th' enlivening Act, repeats,

And draws new Virtues from obscure Retreats;

He, as the first, creative Influence, prais'd,

Smiles o'er the Beings, which his Bounty rais'd.

Such Dodington, thy Royal Master shin'd,

Such Thou, the Image of thy Monarch's Mind.

Nations were ballanc'd by his guardian Skill,

Like the pois'd Planets by the all-powerful Will.

Mark the Swede succour'd! mark th' aspiring CZAR!

Check'd are his Hopes, and shun'd the naval War.

By GEORGE the Austrian Eagle learns to tower,

While the proud Turk shakes conscious of her Power;

But when her Menace braves our envied Shore,

She trembles at the British Lyon's Roar;

Trembles, tho' aided by the Force of Spain,

And India's Wealth!—'gainst Brunswick, All how vain?

He bad thy Honour, Albion, foremost shine!

His was the Care, unmeasur'd Bliss was Thine!

Yet oft against his Virtue Faction rose!

An Angel, if thy Monarch, would have Foes.

Come Charity, First-born of Virtue's Line!

Come meek-ey'd Mercy from the Seat divine!

Pure Temp'rance, Mistriss of a tranquil Mind,

By whom each sensual Passion stands confin'd!

Fix'd Fortitude, from whom fierce Peril flies!

By whom (O Soul of Action!) Empires rise!

Fair Justice, Author of a Godlike Reign!

Peace, Plenty, Liberty adorn thy Train!

Lov'd Prudence! Queen of Virtues! blissful Dame!

Parent, and Guide of each illustrious Aim!

From whose firm Step Confusion turns in Flight,

That shapeless Spawn of Anarchy and Night!

From whom kind Harmony deduc'd her Race,

Then Order, all in one united Grace!

And thou Religion! truest, heav'nly Friend!

Whom these alone establish, These defend!

Assemble to the wailing Muse's call!

Weep o'er the clay-cold Breast, that held you All!

O Death, rouze all those Terrors to thy Aid,

Weak Fear, or wisest Valour wou'd evade!

Whether foul Pestilence in dire Array,

Red War, or pale-ey'd Famine point your Way,

What can you more than Kingdoms overthrow?

What aim'd you less, when Brunswick felt the Blow?

But mark!—AUGUSTUS, still above thy Rage,

Steps forth to give a second GOLDEN AGE.

Ye great Plantagenets! distinguish'd Race!

One greater meets you on celestial Space.

And thou, Nassau the fairest noblest Name!

Ev'n mid the Blest, superior still thy Flame!

Behold an Equal now!—How dear th'Embrace!

Oh, fly!—present him at the Throne of Grace!

'Tis done!—He's crown'd with a resplendent Joy,

Which Care shall never dim, nor Time destroy.

See!—from yon golden Cloud, amidst a Band

Of Angel-Pow'rs, once Patriots of the Land,

Soft-leaning o'er Britania's weeping Isle,

And shedding sweet, a fond, paternal Smile;

Pointing, the visionary Seraph cries,

Suspend thy Tears!—Behold a Sov'reign rise,

Thy Second GEORGE! whose Reign shall soon disclose

All that mine gave, and Heav'n, in Grace bestows.

He said.—Again, with Majesty refin'd,

Up-wing'd to Realms of Bliss, th' Aetherial Mind.

FINIS.

A POEM, SACRED to the Glorious MEMORY Of our LATE Most Gracious SOVEREIGN LORD King GEORGE. Inscribed to the RIGHT HONOURABLE George Dodington, Esq

By RICHARD SAVAGE, Son of the late Earl RIVERS.

DƲBLIN: Printed by S. POWELL, for G. RISK, G. EWING and W. SMITH, Booksellers, in Dame's-street, MDCCXXVII.

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A poem, sacred to the glorious memory of our late most gracious sovereign lord King George: ... By Richard Savage, ...

Savage, Richard, d. 1743.

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— A poem, sacred to the glorious memory of our late most gracious sovereign lord King George: ... By Richard Savage, ..., Savage, Richard, d. 1743.. 8p. ; 8⁰. Dublin :: printed by S. Powell, for G. Risk, G. Ewing and W. Smith,. 1727.. [Reproduction of original from the British Library.] [Foxon, S108 (with the date misprinted 1729)] [English Short Title Catalog, ESTCT42557.] [Electronic data. Farmington Hills, Mich. : Thomson Gale, 2003. Page image (PNG). Digitized image of the microfilm version produced in Woodbridge, CT by Research Publications, 1982-2002 (later known as Primary Source Microfilm, an imprint of the Gale Group).]

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