Here swarthy  appears, and there
His Brother with Dejected Air;
Triumphant  here we find,
And with him bright  join'd;
There  Great as when she sent
Her Armies through the Continent,
E'er yet her Hero was disgrac't:
O may fam'd BRUNSWICK be the Last,
(Though Heav'n shou'd with my Wish agree,
And long preserve thy Art in Thee)
The Last, the Happiest  King,
Whom Thou shalt paint, or I shall sing!