Observe this Piece, which to our Sight does bring <br />The fittest Posture for the Swedish King; <br />(Encompass'd, as we think, with Armies round, <br />Tho' not express'd within this narrow Bound) <br />Who, whilst his warlike and extended Hand <br />Directs the foremost Ranks to Charge or Stand, <br />Reverts his Face, lest That, so Fair and Young, <br />Should call in doubt the Orders of his Tongue: <br />Whilst the excited, and embolden'd Rear <br />Such Youth beholding, and such Features there, <br />Devote their plainer Forms, and are asham'd to Fear. <br />Thus! ev'ry Action, ev'ry Grace of thine, <br />O latest Son of Fame, Son of Gustavus Line! <br />Affects thy Troops, with all that can inspire <br />A blooming Sweetness, and a martial Fire, <br />Fatal to none, but thy invading Foe. <br />So Lightnings, which to all their Brightness shew, <br />Strike but the Man alone, who has provok'd the Blow<br /><br />Anne Kingsmill Finch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/verses/
