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Victorious palm, triumphing laurel boughs2
,2Encircles round illustrious
Caesar’s3
brows,3Whose valor fills with wonder future
story4
4Whilst virtue crowns him with immortal glory.
5Let
bright Minerva’s5
olive tree6
still grow6To shade his throne, whence truth and peace may flow
7Down to our humble orbs; O let him live
8Still to receive from Heaven, to us to give.
9And let his lovely, loyal, royal queen
10To all succeeding ages still be seen
11A most
unparalled7
pattern of true love,12Begun on earth, ending in Heaven above.
13O
let them in their shining spheres be fixed8
14And never with
prodigious meteors9
mixed,15But by the
primum mobile10
turned round:16Lasting as
Delia’s11
let their race be found.17And when those glitt’ring
globes12
are all dissolved,18Let
them13
in endless glory be involved;19Till when, let grace and blessing from above
20Descend on them, and all that do them love.