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Can the fond mother from herself depart	A
Can she forget the darling of her heart	A
The little darling whom she bore and bred	B
Nursed on her knees and at her bosom fed	B
To whom she seem'd her every thought to give	C
And in whose life alone she seem'd to live	D
Yes from herself the mother may depart	A
She may forget the darling of her heart	A
The little darling whom she bore and bred	B
Nursed on her knees and at her bosom fed	B
To whom she seem'd her every thought to give	C
And in whose life alone she seem'd to live	D
But I cannot forget whilst life remains	E
And pours her current through these swelling veins	E
Whilst Memory offers up at Reason's shrine	F
But I cannot forget that Gotham's mine	F
Can the stern mother than the brutes more wild	G
From her disnatured breast tear her young child	G
Flesh of her flesh and of her bone the bone	H
And dash the smiling babe against a stone	H
Yes the stern mother than the brutes more wild	G
From her disnatured breast may tear her child	G
Flesh of her flesh and of her bone the bone	H
And dash the smiling babe against a stone	H
But I forbid it Heaven but I can ne'er	I
The love of Gotham from this bosom tear	I
Can ne'er so far true royalty pervert	J
From its fair course to do my people hurt	J
With how much ease with how much confidence	K
As if superior to each grosser sense	L
Reason had only in full power array'd	M
To manifest her will and be obey'd	M
Men make resolves and pass into decrees	N
The motions of the mind with how much ease	N
In such resolves doth passion make a flaw	O
And bring to nothing what was raised to law	O
In empire young scarce warm on Gotham's throne	H
The dangers and the sweets of power unknown	H
Pleased though I scarce know why like some young child	G
Whose little senses each new toy turns wild	G
How do I hold sweet dalliance with my crown	P
And wanton with dominion how lay down	P
Without the sanction of a precedent	Q
Rules of most large and absolute extent	R
Rules which from sense of public virtue spring	S
And all at once commence a Patriot King	S
But for the day of trial is at hand	T
And the whole fortunes of a mighty land	T
Are staked on me and all their weal or woe	U
Must from my good or evil conduct flow	U
Will I or can I on a fair review	V
As I assume that name deserve it too	V
Have I well weigh'd the great the noble part	A
I'm now to play have I explored my heart	A
That labyrinth of fraud that deep dark cell	W
Where unsuspected e'en by me may dwell	W
Ten thousand follies have I found out there	I
What I am fit to do and what to bear	I
Have I traced every passion to its rise	X
Nor spared one lurking seed of treacherous vice	Y
Have I familiar with my nature grown	H
And am I fairly to myself made known	H
A Patriot King why 'tis a name which bears	Z
The more immediate stamp of Heaven which wears	Z
The nearest best resemblance we can show	U
Of God above through all his works below	U
To still the voice of Discord in the land	T
To make weak Faction's discontented band	T
Detected weak and crumbling to decay	A2
With hunger pinch'd on their own vitals prey	A2
Like brethren in the self same interests warm'd	B2
Like different bodies with one soul inform'd	B2
To make a nation nobly raised above	C2
All meaner thought grow up in common love	C2
To give the laws due vigour and to hold	D2
That secret balance temperate yet bold	D2
With such an equal hand that those who fear	E2
May yet approve and own my justice clear	E2
To be a common father to secure	F2
The weak from violence from pride the poor	G2
Vice and her sons to banish in disgrace	H2
To make Corruption dread to show her face	H2
To bid afflicted Virtue take new state	I2
And be at last acquainted with the great	I2
Of all religions to elect the best	J2
Nor let her priests be made a standing jest	J2
Rewards for worth with liberal hand to carve	K2
To love the arts nor let the artists starve	K2
To make fair Plenty through the realm increase	L2
Give fame in war and happiness in peace	L2
To see my people virtuous great and free	M2
And know that all those blessings flow from me	M2
Oh 'tis a joy too exquisite a thought	N2
Which flatters Nature more than flattery ought	N2
'Tis a great glorious task for man too hard	O2
But no less great less glorious the reward	P2
The best reward which here to man is given	Q2
'Tis more than earth and little short of heaven	Q2
A task if such comparison may be	M2
The same in Nature differing in degree	M2
Like that which God on whom for aid I call	R2
Performs with ease and yet performs to all	R2
How much do they mistake how little know	U
Of kings of kingdoms and the pains which flow	U
From royalty who fancy that a crown	P
Because it glistens must be lined with down	P
With outside show and vain appearance caught	S2
They look no further and by Folly taught	N2
Prize high the toys of thrones but never find	T2
One of the many cares which lurk behind	T2
The gem they worship which a crown adorns	U2
Nor once suspect that crown is lined with thorns	U2
Oh might Reflection Folly's place supply	V2
Would we one moment use her piercing eye	V2
Then should we find what woe from grandeur springs	W2
And learn to pity not to envy kings	W2
The villager born humbly and bred hard	O2
Content his wealth and Poverty his guard	O2
In action simply just in conscience clear	E2
By guilt untainted undisturb'd by fear	E2
His means but scanty and his wants but few	V
Labour his business and his pleasure too	V
Enjoys more comforts in a single hour	X2
Than ages give the wretch condemn'd to power	X2
Call'd up by health he rises with the day	A2
And goes to work as if he went to play	A2
Whistling off toils one half of which might make	Y2
The stoutest Atlas of a palace quake	Y2
'Gainst heat and cold which make us cowards faint	Z2
Harden'd by constant use without complaint	Z2
He bears what we should think it death to bear	I
Short are his meals and homely is his fare	I
His thirst he slakes at some pure neighbouring brook	A3
Nor asks for sauce where appetite stands cook	A3
When the dews fall and when the sun retires	B3
Behind the mountains when the village fires	C3
Which waken'd all at once speak supper nigh	V2
At distance catch and fix his longing eye	V2
Homeward he hies and with his manly brood	D3
Of raw boned cubs enjoys that clean coarse food	D3
Which season'd with good humour his fond bride	E3
'Gainst his return is happy to provide	E3
Then free from care and free from thought he creeps	F3
Into his straw and till the morning sleeps	F3
Not so the king with anxious cares oppress'd	J2
His bosom labours and admits not rest	J2
A glorious wretch he sweats beneath the weight	I2
Of majesty and gives up ease for state	I2
E'en when his smiles which by the fools of pride	E3
Are treasured and preserved from side to side	E3
Fly round the court e'en when compell'd by form	G3
He seems most calm his soul is in a storm	G3
Care like a spectre seen by him alone	H
With all her nest of vipers round his throne	H
By day crawls full in view when Night bids sleep	H3
Sweet nurse of Nature o'er the senses creep	H3
When Misery herself no more complains	E
And slaves if possible forget their chains	E
Though his sense weakens though his eyes grow dim	I3
That rest which comes to all comes not to him	I3
E'en at that hour Care tyrant Care forbids	J3
The dew of sleep to fall upon his lids	J3
From night to night she watches at his bed	B
Now as one moped sits brooding o'er his head	B
Anon she starts and borne on raven's wings	W2
Croaks forth aloud 'Sleep was not made for kings '	K3
Thrice hath the moon who governs this vast ball	R2
Who rules most absolute o'er me and all	R2
To whom by full conviction taught to bow	L3
At new at full I pay the duteous vow	L3
Thrice hath the moon her wonted course pursued	D3
Thrice hath she lost her form and thrice renew'd	D3
Since bless'd be that season for before	M3
I was a mere mere mortal and no more	M3
One of the herd a lump of common clay	A2
Inform'd with life to die and pass away	A2
Since I became a king and Gotham's throne	H
With full and ample power became my own	H
Thrice hath the moon her wonted course pursued	D3
Thrice hath she lost her form and thrice renew'd	D3
Since sleep kind sleep who li	M2

Charles Churchill

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