No sinful court its poison lent
With early bane his mind to taint,
And blast his young renown.
His father's virtues fir'd his heart.
His father's sufferings truths impart.
That form'd him for a throne.
6.
How at an age when pleasure charms,
Allures the stripling to her arms,
He plann'd the great design:
T' assert his injur'd father's cause,
Restore his suffering country's laws,
And prove his right divine.
7.
How when on Scotia's beach he stood
The wond'ring throng around him crowd
To bend th' obedient knee.
Then thinking on their country chain'd,
They wept such worth so long detain'd
By Heav'n's severe decree.
8.
Where'er he mov'd, in sweet amaze,
All ranks with transport on him gaze,
Ev'n grief forgets to pine.
The wisest sage, the chastest fair,
Applaud his sense and praise his air
Thus form'd with grace divine.