WINDSOR-FOREST.
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Let barb'rous Ganges arm a servile train;
Be mine the blessings of a peaceful reign.
No more my sons shall dye with British blood
Red Iber's lands, or Ister's foaming flood;
Safe on my shore each unmolested swain
Shall tend the flocks, or reap the bearded grain;
The shady empire shall retain no trace
Of war or blood, but in the sylvan chace,
The trumpets sleep, while chearful horns are blown,
And arm's employ'd on birds and beasts alone.
Behold! th'ascending Villa's on my side,
Project long shadows o'er the crystal tyde.
Behold! Augusta's glitt'ring spires increase,
And Temples rise, the beauteous works of Peace.
I see, I see where two fair Cities bend
Their ample bow, a new White-hall ascend!
Be mine the blessings of a peaceful reign.
No more my sons shall dye with British blood
Red Iber's lands, or Ister's foaming flood;
Safe on my shore each unmolested swain
Shall tend the flocks, or reap the bearded grain;
The shady empire shall retain no trace
Of war or blood, but in the sylvan chace,
The trumpets sleep, while chearful horns are blown,
And arm's employ'd on birds and beasts alone.
Behold! th'ascending Villa's on my side,
Project long shadows o'er the crystal tyde.
Behold! Augusta's glitt'ring spires increase,
And Temples rise, the beauteous works of Peace.
I see, I see where two fair Cities bend
Their ample bow, a new White-hall ascend!
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