English poem
TO The QUEEN
by Alexander Pope (1688–1744)
My MUSE expiring, who, with earliest Voice, Made Kings, and Queens , and Beauty's Charms her Choice, Now on her Death-bed the last Homage pays, O QUEEN, to Thee; accept her dying Lays: So at th' Approach of Death the Cygnet tries To warble one Note more, and, singing, dies.—
Hail Mighty QUEEN, whose pow'rful Smile alone Commands Obedience, and secures the Throne. Contending Parties, and Plebeian Rage Had puzzled Loyalty for half an Age; Conqu'ring our Hearts, YOU end the long Dispute, All that have Eyes confess YOU absolute. To Tory Doctrines, even Whigs resign; And, in Your Person, own the Right Divine. Thus sung the MUSE, in her last Moment fir'd With CAROLINA's Praise, and then expir'd.
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