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Europe on thee has fix'd her eye, Great monarch! All on thee rely Her balance just to keep. May this great end thy labours crown, Be sempiternal thy renown, When thou in dust shall sleep.

Philadelphia, February 10, 1758.

_Amer. Mag. and Mo. Chron._, I-240, Feb. 1758, Phila.

The same worthy motives that induced the author to send us the following poem, will induce us to give it place this month, altho we are already crowded with materials. We think it our duty, as _Britons_ and _Protestants_, to take every opportunity of celebrating such an illustrious hero as the King of _Prussia_; and, however unequal the strains may be thought, yet if they contribute ever so little to raise an imitation of his noble and almost divine atchievments, in the cause of _Religion_ and _Liberty_, our end will be fully answered.

ON THE GLORIOUS VICTORY OBTAINED BY THE HEROICK KING OF PRUSSIA OVER THE IMPERIAL ARMY NEAR NEWMARK IN SILESIA THE 5TH DECEMBER 1757.

My muse! again attempt the lyre; Rouse! rouse! thy whole poetic fire! Great FREDRICK'S deeds do still require More ample praise. Let his great acts the verse inspire, And tuneful be thy lays.

Illustrious HANNIBAL of old, CAESAR the brave and SCIPIO bold, For battles won stand high enroll'd In hist'ry's page! Let Fred'rick's name with theirs be told, The HERO of his age!