On
Sir
ROBERT
WALPOLE'S
Birth-day
,
AUGUST
the
26th
.
By
the
Honourable
Mr.
D—TON
.
ALL
hail
,
auspicious
day
,
whose
wish'd
return
Bids
every
breast
with
grateful
ardor
burn
,
While
pleas'd
Britannia
that
great
man
surveys
The
Prince
may
trust
,
and
yet
the
People
praise
:
One
bearing
greatest
toils
with
greatest
ease
,
One
born
to
serve
us
,
and
yet
born
to
please
;
His
soul
capacious
,
yet
his
judgment
clear
,
His
tongue
is
flowing
,
and
his
heart
sincere
:
His
counsels
guide
,
his
temper
cheers
our
isle
,
And
smiling
gives
three
kingdoms
cause
to
smile
.
August
,
how
bright
thy
golden
scenes
appear
,
Thou
fairest
daughter
of
the
various
year
,
On
thee
the
sun
with
all
his
ardor
glows
,
On
thee
in
dowry
all
its
fruits
bestows
,
The
greatest
Prince
,
the
foremost
son
of
fame
,
To
thee
bequeath'd
the
glories
of
his
name
;
Nature
and
Fortune
thee
their
darling
chose
,
Nor
could
they
grace
thee
more
,
'till
Walpole
rose
.
By
steps
to
mighty
things
Fate
makes
her
way
,
The
sun
and
Caesar
but
prepar'd
this
day
.