EPISTLES DESCRIPTIVE AND NARRATIVE. EPISTLE I. VERTUMNUS. ΤΟ MR. JACOB BOBART, [Professor of Botany, at Oxford.] FROM ABEL EVANS, D. D. THANK Heaven! at last our wars are o'er; Rise, rise, ye Britons, thankful rise! Extol your Empress to the skies Crown her with laurels ever green, With olives fair inwove between : Her courage drew the conquering sword; Long, wond'rous Anna! may'st thou live, T'enjoy those blessings which you give : To guard thy friends, confound thy foes, And fix the Church and State's repose: And late, for peace to Britain given, Be crown'd with endless peace in Heaven! Farewell, ye camps and sieges dire, With all your cannons, smoke, and fire! Ye victories and trophies vain, A certain loss, uncertain gain! Ye squadrons and battalions brave, Who first your foes, then friends enslave! An honest Muse alike disclaims |