Let me (and may that God to whom I fly,
On whom for needful succour I rely
In this great Hour, that glorious God of Truth,
Thro' whom I reign, in mercy to my youth,
Assist my weakness, and, direct me right,
From ev'ry speck which hangs upon the Sight,
Purge my mind's eye, nor let one cloud remain
To spread the shades of error o'er my Brain)
Let me, Impartial, with unweary'd thought,
Try Men and Things; let me, as Monarchs ought,
Examine well on what my Pow'r depends,
What are the gen'ral Principles, and Ends
Of Government, how Empire first began,
And wherefore Man was rais'd to reign o'er Man.