No. VIII. On the CORONATION of their Majesties King GEORGE II. and Queen CAROLINE, October 11, 1727. The…

Rise, happy morn; fair sun, arise; Shed radiant gold around the skies, And rich in beams and blessings shine Profuse on GEORGE and CAROLINE.

Illustrious pair! no tear to-day Bedew the royal parents clay! 'Tis GEORGE the blest remounts the throne, With double vigour in his son.

Lo, the majestic form appears, Sparkling in life and manly years: The kingdom's pride, the nation's choice, And heaven approves BRITANNIA's voice.

Monarch, assume thy powers, and stand The guardian-hero of our land: Let ALBION's sons thy style proclaim, And distant realms revere thy name.

Bear on thy brows th' imperial crown; Rebellion dies beneath thy frown: A thousand gems of lustre shed Their lights and honours round thy head.

Lift up thy rod of majesty, The foes of GOD and man shall flee: Vice with her execrable band Shakes at the sword in GEORGE's hand.

Law, justice, valour, mercy ride In arms of triumph at his side: And each celestial grace is seen In milder glories round the QUEEN.

Hail, royal fair! divinely wise! Not Austrian crowns could tempt thy eyes To part with truth. 'Twas brave disdain, When CAESAR sigh'd, and lov'd in vain.

But heaven provides a rich reward: GEORGE is thy lover and thy lord: The British lion bears thy fame, Where Austrian eagles have no name.

See the fair train of princes near: Come, FREDERICK, royal youth, appear, And grace the day. Shall foreign charms Still hold thee from thy country's arms,

Britain, thy country? Prince arise, The morning star to gild our skies; (O may no cloud thy lustre stain!) Come lead along the shining train.

Each in parental virtues dress'd, Each born to make a nation bless'd: What kings, what heroes yet ungrown, Shall court the nymphs to grace their throne!

Mark that young branch of rising fame, Proud of our great deliverer's name: He promises in infant bloom, To scourge some tyrant power of Rome.

Bloom on, fair stem! Each flower that blows, Adds new despair to Albion's foes, And kills their hearts. O glorious view Of joys for Albion, ever new!

Religion, duty, truth and love, In ranks of honours shine and move; Pale envy, slander, fraud and spite, Retire, and hide in caves of night.

EUROPE, behold the amazing scene: Empire and Liberty convene To join their joys and wishes here, While Rome and Hell consent to fear.

Eternal GOD, whose boundless sway Angels and starry worlds obey, Command thy choicest favours down, Where thy own hands have fix'd the crown.

Come, light divine, and grace unknown, Come, aid the labours of the throne: Let BRITAIN's golden ages run, In circles lasting as the sun.

Bid some bright legion from the sky Assist the glad solemnity: Ye hosts that wait on favorite kings, Wave your broad swords, and clap your wings.

Then rise, and to your realms convey The glorious tidings of the day: Great WILLIAM shall rejoice to know, That GEORGE the second reigns below.