For oh! the woes, by Britons felt, Had not aton'd for Britain's guilt. So will'd offended Heav'n; That yet a while th' usurping hand With iron rod should rule the land, The rod, for vengeance giv'n. 13. But in its vengeance Heav'n is just, [Sidenote: _fol._ 396.] And soon Britannia from the dust Shall rear her head again. Soon shall give way th' usurper's claim, And peace and plenty soon proclaim Again a Stewart's reign. 14. What joys for happy Britain wait When Charles shall rule the British state, Her sullied fame restore: When in full tides of transport tost, Ev'n mem'ry of her wrongs is lost, Nor Germans thought of more. 15. The nations round with wondering eyes Shall see old England aweful rise As oft she did of yore. And when she holds the ballanc'd scale, Oppression shall no more prevail, But fly her happy shore. 16. Corruption, vice on ev'ry hand, No more shall lord it o'er the land, With their protectors fled. Old English virtues in their place, With all their hospitable race, Shall rear their decent head. 17. In peaceful shades the happy swain, [Sidenote: _fol._ 397.] With open heart and honest strain, Shall sing his long-wish'd lord. Nor chuse a tale so fit to move His list'ning fair one's heart to move, As that of Charles restor'd. 18. Tho' distant, let the prospect charm, And ev'ry gallant bosom warm, Forbear each tear and sigh. Turn from the ax the thought away, 'Tis Charles that bids us crown the day And end the night in joy. _Upon the Tenth of June, 1747._[180] [180] The birthday of the Prince's father, the Old Chevalier, or as the Jacobites called him, King James the Eighth. Let universal mirth now rear its head, And joy, exulting, o'er the nation spread. Let all this day forget each anxious fear, And cease to mourn the ills which Britons bear-- This day, which once auspicious to our Isle, Did all its long expecting hopes fulfil, Gave to the world Great Britain's glorious heir, Th' accomplishment of vows and ardent pray'r.