BENEATH your Influence, Art and Science rear
Their sacred Heads, and flourish by your Care:
This Truth let  pompous Dome proclaim,
Which boasts the Honour of a Royal Name.
Lately your Bard survey'd the graceful Scene,
Rising with Bounties of a gen'rous QUEEN!
O! had the Muse there fledg'd her infant Wing,
And early tasted of that learned Spring;
She then had soar'd in more heroic Lays,
In more majestic Numbers sung your Praise;
But fearful now, must quit the glorious Theme,
Must leave the Architect to speak your Fame:
His Art shall there another  shew,
And there another Guardian PALLAS You.