TO THE KING'S MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY.
1768.
Your subjects hope, dread Sire, the crown upon your
brows may flourish long,
And that your arm may in your God be strong.
Oh, may your sceptre num'rous nations sway,
And all with love and readiness obey.
But how shall we the British king reward?
Rule thou in peace, our father and our lord!
'Midst the remembrance of thy favors past,
The meanest peasants most admire the last.[1]
May George, beloved by all the nations round,
Live with Heaven's choicest, constant blessings crowned.
Great God! direct and guard him from on high,
And from his head let every evil fly;
And may each clime with equal gladness see
A monarch's smile can set his subjects free.
ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. DR. SEWELL.
1769.
Ere yet the morn its lovely blushes spread,
See Sewell numbered with the happy dead.
- ↑ The repeal of the Stamp Act.
