A
POEM
on
the
Princess
Amelia
.
In
Answer
to
Damon
,
who
invited
the
Nymphs
of
Bath
,
to
sing
her
Praise
.
Hark
!
Damon
calls
,
I
lead
the
Way
;
Ye
Nymphs
of
Bath
,
come
,
aid
my
Lay
,
Come
,
strike
the
trembling
String
:
Amelia's
Name
so
sweetly
flows
,
Her
Face
such
wond'rous
Goodness
shows
,
Who
can
refuse
to
sing
?
Her
Presence
,
like
the
Sun
benign
,
Sheds
Blessings
where
she
deigns
to
shine
;
And
brightens
all
the
Place
.
But
when
the
Goddess
disappears
,
Our
drooping
Heads
and
Eyes
in
Tears
Will
witness
our
Distress
.
Oh
!
wou'd
the
Muses
aid
my
Wing
,
Apollo
tune
my
Voice
to
sing
!
I'd
take
the
lovely
Theme
.
Amelia's
Name
the
Vale
shou'd
fill
,
And
echo
back
from
Hill
to
Hill
;
Sweet
as
her
rising
Fame
.
While
envious
Foes
in
vain
repine
,
May
Britain
,
blest
in
Brunswic's
Line
,
Still
Europe's
Balance
sway
!
Till
Plenty
,
Liberty
and
Peace
Shall
fill
the
World
—
till
Faction
cease
,
And
Earth
resound
the
Joy
.