her of all! all pow'rful Lord!
Infinitely unknown!
By heathen, and by saint ador'd,
Tho' differently, yet one;
By what great name shall I address
Thee everlasting king?
Oh! how my gratitude express?
Oh! how thy praises sing?
But, O great God! omniscient ever just,
Permit towards thy throne to bow, a particle of dust.

2.

By friends forsaken ev'ry where,
Alone, the brunt to stand,
Winter's inclement cold to bear,
And in a foreign Land;
The foe, enrag'd on ev'ry side,
Dire implements of war
In various shapes and forms provide,
And doom them for our share.
Heav'ns! with what fury to the charge they fly;
Forestal the vict'ry, but forget that man was born to die!

3.

Yet he who frequently has said,
That numbers don't avail,
Inspir'd us not to be dismay'd,
But stand, fight, and prevail:
The battle join'd, the foe gave way,
Superior valour own'd,
And left to us a glorious day,
With spoils and honours crown'd:
Each single _Prussian_ arm the hero play'd,
Dealt round an hundred deaths, an hundred conquests made.

4.

Is it to fortune then I owe
This unthought for success?
Fortune is blind, it can't be so,
I must some other guess:
JUSTICE, bright heav'nly maid, beheld
The dire contention rise,
Saw, and her sacred beam she held
Suspended in the skies:
The _Austrian_ scale kick'd up, by our's weigh'd down,
Justice approv'd, and straight ordain'd the field to be our own.

_New Amer. Mag._, No. V-119, May 1758, Woodbridge in N. J.

THE RELAXATION OF WAR:
OR THE HERO'S PHILOSOPHY, &C. WROTE BY THE KING OF
PRUSSIA, DURING HIS RESIDENCE AT BRESLAU.

Love by _Hope_ is still sustain'd,
_Zeal_ by the _Reward_ that's gain'd;
In _Pow'r_, _Authority_ begins,
_Weakness_ strength from _Prudence_ wins;
_Honesty_ is _Credit's_ wealth,
_Temp'rance_ the support of _Health_;
_Wit_ from calm _Contentment_ springs,
_Content_ 'tis _Competence_ that brings,
_Competence_, as all may see,
Springs from good _Oeconomy_.
Maids, to fan a lover's fire,
_Sweetness_ more than charms require;
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