Classic Poem

Aurora! Goddess of the Purple Morn,
With Blushes gay, thy op'ning Light adorn;
And Thou, Great Phœbus , dart thy brightest Ray,
Shine all the God, and grace this Glorious Day.
For, lo! in pompous Embassage, we bring
The Greatest Hero , from the Greatest KING.
His Master! form'd alone to reconcile
Contending Monarchs, and make Europe smile.
None! like Himself , thro' long Experience wise,
To teach Success from growing Schemes to rise.
He! who, when new to Arms, to form the Mean
Had William 's Cause, and Conduct for his Plan;
Who, rip'ning thence to Glory, Year by Year,
Copy'd All M ARLB'ROUGH in his Arts of Wear
Immortal M ARLB'ROUGH ! who alone can boast
His Sieges never Rais'd : His Battles never Lost .

 Succeed Thy Sire , thou great adopted Son ,
Witness to all the Glories he has won;
On his high Pedestal erect thy Name,
Rise on his Actions, and enjoy his Fame.
Thou! Thou! art He , whom Belgian Crowds to-Day
With Joy behold, and lead thy splendid Way;
A Day! which gave (crown'd by th' auspicious Fate)
GEORGE to the World , C ADOGAN to the Scat.