When fam'd Augustus rul'd the Roman State, And bless'd the World with his indulgent Sway; Around the Throne did all the Muses wait, The Monarch's Worth and Glory to display.
Then, list'ning Tyber heard th' Horatian Lyre, His mighty Master's godlike Acts rehearse: The Mantuan's Bosom glow'd with hallow'd Fire, Raising his Patron in immortal Verse.
But lo! a greater than Augustus reigns O'er our more happy, yet ungrateful Land! Oh! let the Muse divine, with sacred Strains, The Madness of an impious Age withstand.
'Tis done, — Melissa wakes the warbling Strings; Hark! how the loyal Fair, in softest Lays, The first of Men! and best of Princes! sings, Teaching her sweet-tun'd Harp our Sov'reign's lofty Praise.
