On The Freedom Of The City Of London Poem by Cornelius Arnold

On The Freedom Of The City Of London



On the Freedom of the City of London being presented to the Right Hon. William Pitt, Esq; and the Right Hon. Henry Bilson Legge, Esq

When Rome's great Cæsar had her Battles won,
Four diff'rent Triumphs grac'd her darling Son;
Glorious he enter'd 'midst the Spoils of War,
And look'd a God in the Triumphal Car:
The vulgar Shout proclaim'd the Victor's Praise,
And noisy Pomp distinguished the Days:
But Britain's Sons may boast superior Fame,
Their Bosoms glowing with a worthier Flame;
Superior Triumph boast, a nobler Prize,
The general Plaudit of the Good and Wise:
When fair
Augusta
gave with patriot Hand,
All that true Worth could ask, or Merit could demand.

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