To
His
ROYAL
HIGHNESS
The
DUKE
of
CUMBERLAND
,
On
His
BIRTH-DAY
.
TWELVE
This
was
writ
,
when
the
DUKE
enter'd
into
the
Twelfth
Year
of
his
Age
.
times
hath
SOL
his
annual
Race
begun
,
Since
JOVE
descended
from
his
radiant
Throne
:
Around
the
pendent
Globe
,
the
God
pursu'd
His
circling
March
,
and
human
Actions
view'd
;
But
griev'd
that
Virtue
droop'd
her
languid
Head
,
While
Vice
,
from
Clime
to
Clime
,
contagious
spread
.
Back
,
to
his
native
Seat
,
he
sternly
flies
;
And
sends
an
Edict
thro'
the
spacious
Skies
,
To
call
th'Ethereal
Pow'rs
:
Swift
flew
his
Word
;
Th'Ethereal
Pow'rs
,
as
swift
,
attend
their
Lord
.
Upon
Olympus'
Top
the
Synod
met
,
Where
,
high
inthron'd
,
the
thund'ring
Monarch
sat
;
And
,
with
a
Nod
,
that
shook
the
Spheres
,
he
swore
,
The
Minor
Gods
should
visit
Earth
no
more
.
What
,
must
your
earthly
Sons
,
MINERVA
cry'd
,
Explore
their
doubtful
Way
without
a
Guide
?
If
PALLAS
must
no
more
to
Mortals
go
,
Let
PALLAS
beg
a
Substitute
below
,
Worthy
to
rule
the
World
,
whose
noble
Mind
May
copy
out
the
Gods
to
human
Kind
.
She
lowly
bow'd
;
and
JOVE
,
consenting
,
smil'd
;
Go
,
form
,
said
he
,
this
new-imagin'd
Child
:
Collect
the
best
Materials
,
where
you
will
;
And
let
us
see
,
for
once
,
MINERVA's
Skill
.
He
said
;
she
hastens
o'er
the
bright
Abodes
,
Selecting
each
Perfection
of
the
Gods
:
From
MARS
she
warlike
Strength
and
Courage
took
;
But
soften'd
them
with
VENUS'
graceful
Look
:
To
these
she
added
HERMES'
Eloquence
,
And
crown'd
it
with
her
own
superior
Sense
:
Some
of
APOLLO's
piercing
Rays
she
stole
;
And
,
while
the
MUSES
play'd
,
she
form'd
a
Soul
.
When
thus
compos'd
the
bright
Ingredients
lay
,
She
nobly
drest
them
in
Ethereal
Clay
;
JOVE
touch'd
the
Mass
with
his
enliv'ning
Hand
,
And
vital
Warmth
inspir'd
a
CUMBERLAND
.