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I Arise my Muse! Advance thy Mourning Head! And cease lamenting for the Mighty Dead! Quench all the Funeral Tapers in your Tears, And as the fainting flames expire, 5 Let your soft falling Tides retire; While you behold the Prospect that appears In the vast Glories of succeeding years! Advance! and throw thy sable weeds away! And string thy Lyre for some Harmonious Lay, 10 Worthy the Celebration of this Mighty Day! Come ye soft Angels all, and lend your aid, Ye little Gods that tun’d the Spheres, That wanton’d, sung, and smil’d and play’d, When the first World was by your Numbers made; 15 And Danc’d to order by your Sacred Ayrs! Such Heavenly Notes as Souls Divine can warm, Such wond’rous touches as wou’d move And teach the Blest to Sing and Love! And even the Anger of a GOD wou’d Charm! 20 O Tune it high, and strike with bold success, But sweet and gentle, every strain, As that which once taught by the Charming Swain, By its soft force the Spirit dispossest From the great King and Prophets raging Breast. Title page of <italic>A Pindarick Poem on the Happy Coronation of James II</italic>, published in 1685. Facsimile page from <italic>A Pindarick Poem on the Happy Coronation of James II</italic>. <target id="page_201" target-type="page">201</target>II 25 Yet when thou woud’st the Royal HERO sing, Thy Godlike Patron, and thy Godlike King! Rough as a useful storm make him appear! Or as that welcome Eastern Wind, By which th’ Almighty Pow’r design’d 30 Th’ Egyptian Locust from the Land to bear. Resolv’d as the first Messenger of Heav’n, To whom the great Command was giv’n The first Born Rebells to chastise; Who, while the flaming Sword he bore, 35 ‘Twas only to declare his Pow’r, And unusurpt maintain his Paradice. Paint him like Mars when Battails were in view, And no soft Venus cou’d his Soul subdue; All bent for nobler spoil than Beauties Charms, 40 And loos’d a while from Sacred LAURA’s Arms. LAURA! the Chast! the Pious! and the Fair! Glorious, and kind as Guardian-Angels are, Earths darling Goddessl and Heav’ns tend’rest care! III But oh my Muse, when e’re thou do’st presume 45 To touch on so Divine a Theam, Let it be Nature all, thou do’st indite, That those who read in Ages distant hence May feel the very Zeal with which I write; And by th’ unlabour’d Verse be warm’d to tender sense: 50 That future Lovers when they hear, Your all-ador’d and wond’rous character; (For sure the mighty LAURA’s Name will Live As long as Time its self survive) May find the Holy Passions you inspire, 55 Such awful flame, such hopeless pain, Wander and trill through every trembling Vein; And Bless the Charmer that Creates the Fire! Bless the soft Muse that cou’d express Beauty and Majesty in such a dress, 60 As all the World Adoring shall confess! Oh fond seducer of my Nobler part, Thou soft insinuating Muse, If ever inspiration did impart 202The Soul of Musick or Poetick Art; 65 Teach me, oh teach me how to chuse Fancy for so Divine a Theam, O thou inchanting Muse! IV The Glorious Ides of April now were come, And Heav’n all open’d to survey The Mighty Triumphs of the Blessed Day: 70 And Earth had drest her self in all her Bloom, And sent abroad a universal joy! Ten Thousand Angels fill’d the glitt’ring Air; And all was Harmony above, O’re all the Azure plains the Golden Cherubs move; 75 And Seraphins were chanting every where, Gay Robes of Light the young Divinities put on, And spread their shining Locks to outvie the Sun. On Pillows form’d of yielding Air they lye, Plac’d in the mid-way Regions of the Sky; 80 On Jury Lutes and Silver Harps they play’d And gave the Sacred PAIR a Heav’nly Serenade: Call’d forth the wond’ring Crowd, the Beaut’ous throng, While all the Host of Heav’n attended on the Song. V Awake, Oh Royal Sir! Oh Queen, ador’d, awake! 85 For whom our Triumphs and our Songs we make; The sleepless Crowds their early duties show, Th’ attending Hierarchies of Angels bow; All Heav’n and Earth with one united joy Expect the mighty business of this coming Day: 90 All Languish for its blest approach — but You, You to whom Glory’s can no Luster give, Whose Beams, like the expanded Sun, Adorn what e’re they deign to shine upon; But no exalt addition can receive. 95 Thou HERO of th’ expecting world arise! Shake off the downy pleasures from thy eyes; And from the softest Charms of Love, Arise! From joys too fierce for any sense but Thine, Whose Soul, whose Faculty’s are all Divine; 100 So Bodies when refin’d, all Heav’n survey, 203While feebler Mortals/ami with ev’ry ray: O rise from the inchanting Ravisher, Nor listen to the Musick of Her Tongue; Her Angel Eyes, and Voice, so conqu’ring are, 105 Love will make humbler Glory wait too long. VI And Thou bright Goddess of the Dayl For whom all longing Eyes and Hearts prepare; These tender panting, those soft Tears of Joy, And with impatient Murm’rings fill the Air; 110 O Charming Goddess of the Day appear! Full of Thy Blest Idea, they disdain A vulgar thought to entertain; Big with Prophetick Joy, they lab’ring wait To utter Blessings wonderful and great; 115 This day no rough Fatigues of Life shall vex, No more Domestick Cares the mind perplex; All common thoughts are lost in the vast crowd of Joy, This Jubileel this Sacred Holy-day! The Soul resolves for Mirth and Play. 120 She leaves all Worldly thoughts behind, And in Her hast out-strips the wanton Wind; Wou’d ev’n her early vows neglect to pay, But that to Heav’n you guide the way; When for Your safety all agree to Pray. 125 The Poor Man now forgets his pressing needs, No Penury his exalted looks confess, Neglects the Body, while the Soul he feeds On fancy’d pleasures scarce arriv’d in guess. No sad Complaints ascend the Sky’s, 130 No Nymphs reproach’d in Lovers sighs, Or Maid forsaken, bends her lovely eyes. All with erected Looks salute the World! None bow beneath the Pressure of a thought, Unless where Envy has her Vipers hurl’d, 135 And raging Malice even to Madness wrought, They hate the Light that guides the work Divine; And how’l and gnash their Teeth, and suffer Hell before their time. The Brave are glad, and gay, the young rejoyce, The old in Prayers and Blessings lift the Voice; 204140 Virgins the wealth of Flow’ry April bring, And all the Muses, and the Angels sing! VII Behold the HERO the blest Voice obeys, And like the God of Luster gilds With early Beams the Eastern Hills, 145 And by degrees th’ adoring World surveys: So the bright Harness he puts on, And in his hand Divine he takes the Reins, And with life-giving Rule the God maintains The Glorious Empire of the Sun. 150 With ease he guides the fiery Coursers round, And heat, and life, and light, do still abound; And all things smile and thrive that are in Nature found. Now fiercer Rays of Brightness he assumes, And ev’ry Minute do’s inlarge his Beams; 155 Till to the farthest Poles their Influence spread, And scatter Plenty where his Glory’s shed. While all the guilty fantôms of the Night Shrink from the Piercing terror of his Light! Each coming vulgar day, the Monarch show’d, 160 But this more Sacred, views Him all a GOD! New youth and vigor fill His Royal Veins, His Glorious Eyes young flames adorn; A new Divinity in His looks, Proclames That for Eternal Empire He was Born! 165 ‘Twas so He look’d in Dunkirks bloody field, When the dull faithless Belgians He compell’d; But when He saw th’ ungrateful British Foe advance, For whom even yet He had a tender sense, Thus spoke! (When, mounted like a Conquering God, 170 From Rank to Rank the wond’rous Hero Rod!) Before (said he) mixt Nations We withstood Conquest, scarce worthy our expence of Blood; Like Gallick onsets, brisk at first they ‘ppear, But dare not trust the event of fiercer War: 175 ‘Twas play before, a game We smiling won, Now ‘twill be Toyl, and work, not easily done; My dear lov’d Souldiers these are English Men! Who though they’re forc’d to fly will turn agen; 205Stanch to the Scent of War, inur’d to Blood! 180 Oh happy, if the expensive flood Had been defus’d for wretched Englands good! New Courage to the fainting Troops He gave, And by His great Example taught ‘em to be Brave: Wonders the Promis’d Monarch did perform, 185 And dealt Destruction round like a resistless storm! VIII Nor did His forward Gallantry in War Surmount his Clemency in Peace, His Captives proudly their soft Fetters bear, And charm’d to an excess, 190 Adore the wonders they beheld, And kist the Sacred Hand that chast ‘em ore the field. His early Courage did His Foes convince, Who now their scorn’d Commissions tear, No longer will the Tyrants Ensigns bear; 195 But Vow Allegiance to their Native Prince. They saw the God of War in ev’ry Grace, While soft Adonis revell’d in His face; The Goddess here, might all her wish enjoy, The rough stern Hero, in the Charming Boy! 200 Such Looks as after Victory He put on, With such to day the Glitt’ring Monarch shone; Such Grace in Smiles, such sweetness in address, Awfull as Heav’n, as easy of Access; And Merciful as that, when e’re he can redress! 205 True Representer of the Pow’rs Divine! Such was the first Born-Man, Heav’n did for an immortal Race design, E’re the first bright deluded Maid To sense of Fear, the Lord of All betray’d; 210 So look’d the new-form’d wonder, so His Reign began! So the gay Beauties of His World survey’d, While Heav’n look’d down and smil’d, well-pleas’d with what ‘thad made. IX See the bright QUEEN forsakes her softer joys, And now prepares for Pomp and Noise; 215 That necessary Toyl of the Illustrious Great! 206Who rarely taste the Bliss of sweet Retreat, Like Heav’n who neither sleep nor slumber knows, Short Dreams of Glory make their whole repose: Whatever rest soft Nature do’s design, 220 The Sun, and They, must still appear and shine! And now, the more surprising Light Breaks from the silent Empire of the Night; So Venus look’t when from the Seas The rising Beauty view’d the world, 225 When amorous Waves around the Virgin curl’d; And all the wond’ring Gods with awful pleasure gaz’d: All sigh with Love! all languish in their flame, Yet none his pain presumes to name; For oh! the God born Maid from mighty Neptune came. X 230 And now the Nymphs ply all their Female arts To dress Her for Her victory of hearts; A Thousand little LOVES descend! Young waiting Cupids with officious care In smiling order all attend: 235 This, decks Her Snowy Neck, and that Her Ebon Hair. The Trophies which the Conqueress must adorn, Are by the busie wantons born; Who at Her Feet the shining burdens lay, The Goddess pleas’d to see their Toyls, 240 Scatters Ten Thousand Graces from Her Smiles; While the wing’d Boys catch ev’ry flying Ray. This bears the valu’d Treasure of the East, And lugs the Golden casket on His Breast; Anothers little hand sustains 245 The weight of Oriental Chains; And in the flowing jetty curles They weave and braid the luced Pearls; Round her bright Face their nimble fingers play, And ev’ry touch gives the young Gods a joy! 250 They gaze and hov’r round Her wond’rous Eyes, Where a vast Heav’n of Wit and Beauty lies; They point their Darts, and make their Arrows fine, From the eternal Rays with which they shine; From Her fair rising Breasts soft sighs they take, 207255 To keep young tortur’d Lovers still awake. From ev’ry Charm and Grace they bear, Uneasie wishes, and despair; From Her alone the Bankrupt Loves supply, Their rifled Quivers with Artillery. 260 Fatal to All but Her Lov’d Monarchs heart, Who of the same Divine Materials wrought; Cou’d equally exchange the dart, Receive the wound with Life, with Life the wound impart; And mixt the Soul as gently as the thought: 265 So the Great Thund’rer Semele d’stroy’d, Whir’st only Juno cou’d embrace the God! XI Behold Her now by Loves and Graces drest! Like the Great Wife of Jove in Venus Cest; Now She may ask whate’re the God can grant, 270 If ought of Pow’r, or Glory, She can want; But Heav’n has superseded all Her care, And giv’n till it has left no use for Pray’r. No wish for Times swift Coursers to run back, To catch one flying minute past; 275 The coming hours, new pleasures hast; Fortune and Nature still agree to make Each present minute gayer than the last: This gives you Empire! while Three Nations pay Their willing homage to your Scepters sway. 280 That gives you Beauty! which without the aid Of feebler pow’r, Commands and is obey’d! Bewitching youth do’s over all appear, So Flow’rs just blown, their noblest Luster shew, When shining in their Morning dew; 285 All their fresh Fragrancies they wear. Almighty Wit and Vertue! Crowns the whole, In ev’ry look and Feature of your Face, We may the well-known Excellencies Trace Of your Diviner Soul! 290 Though the soft Musick of your Words shou’d cease, Your Charming Eyes wou’d Your great Thoughts confess! 208Oh Blest are they that may at distance gaze, And Inspirations from Your looks may take, But how much more their happier Stars they Praise, 295 Who wait, and listen when you speak! Mine for no scanted bliss so much I blame, (Though they the humblest Portion destin’d me) As when they stint my noblest Aim, And by a silent dull obscurity 300 Set me at distance, much too far The Deity to view, or Divine Oracle to hear! So when the Israelites all wond’ring stood, With awful Rev’rence in the vale beneath, They saw from far the Glory’s of the God; 305 But to approach the Sacred Mount was Death! His Dictates by the Holy Prophet came, ‘Twas He alone that did the pow’r receive, To hear th’ Almighty’s voice and live; It was enough for them below to view the Heav’nly flame. XII 310 Not the gay feather’d Chanters of the Air With earlier Songs salute the breaking Day, Than crowding Hero’s, who to Court repair, Do hail, and bless the Kingdoms Hope and Joy? And now the gilded Barges wait 315 The coming of th’ Illustrious Fraight; So Rich a Prize no Vessel blest before, But that which the Almighty SAVIOUR bore! Their Golden Streamers glitter in the Air, And rufl’d by the softer Wind, 320 (That plays and wantons unconfin’d) They gently waft the Worlds Peculiar Care. The sullen Sea-Gods wond’ring rise, Rous’d by the Joyful shouts and cry’s; Which from the crowded shores ascend the Sky’s. 325 They shake Their Tridents and the Waves obey, Dress their Blew Locks and flounce along the Sea, To pay their Tributes to the Greater Deity. 209 Him, whom so oft with wonder they beheld, With slaughter dye the verdant wary field; 330 When o’re the wild insatiate flood, He darted Thunder like an Angry God! While round Him Death in horrid Triumph lay, Where storms of winged raine forc’d their way. Yet still the saving Angel guarded Him; 335 The Bloody Signets which He wore Made the Avenger pass the sacred Dore, And still Preserv’d the faithful guest within. Oh had that Senate, whose Ingratitude The Royal Heir indeavour’d to Exclude; 340 Beheld His single wonders of that Day, When o’re the liquid Plain He cut His way; Through show’rs of Death and Clouds of dark’ning smoke, Like fatal Light’ning the fierce Victor broke, And kill’d, where e’re He dasht th’ unerring stroke; 345 Instead of Votes against His Right and Fame, They’d rais’d Eternal Altars to His Name! Ador’d Him as a thing Divine, And made a God of Him before His time! But they Heav’ns mightiest Blessing did disown, 350 And strove (oh base reward!) in vain to blast His Naval Crown. XIII The Tritans from the Marvels which they saw, Did Omens of their Future homage draw; They in the Hero view’d their coming King, And from Their wonder fell to Worshipping. 355 And what before was to the victor due, They to the Monarch doubly here renew. The River Nymphs forsake their native streams, And make their Court to happier Thames; Their Pipes of Reeds and shelly Musick bring, 360 The Tritons play, while the young Naieds sing; And all the listening shore along, Of Jove! and Juno! was their Song. Which oftentimes they did rehearse, And Iô peans Crown’d the Verse! <target id="page_210" target-type="page">210</target>XIV 365 Jove for whom our Alters smoke, Jove, whom Gods and Men invoke; By whose sole power the laughing year Rouls round the gilded Hemisphere; Who do’st its easie paces move, 370 By the soft rule of Peace and Love: Accept what we thy watery Subjects bring, Oaken Garlands for our King, Ever Green and flourishing! Which Thy Empire shall Proclaim 375 O’re the Tributary Main; See the Triumphant wreath’s are drest With all the shining Trophies of the East; Such as remotest shores afford, With which they own and greet their Lord; 380 By this gay tenure ‘tis they hold Their Rocks of Diamonds, and their Hills of Gold: And thus acknowledge thus we pay Great Jove! on this Thy solemn Holy-day. XV But what at Sacred Juno’s feet 385 Shall the Adoring Nymphs present? Juno charming, chast and sweet, The refuge of the Innocent: The business of our pious Theames, Our waking Bliss, our joy in Dreams; 390 The President of Vertuous Wives, The bright example of the fair, Whence Virgins learn their modest lives; And Saints their pure Devotion there: And all the Goddesses of less degree 395 Take a peculiar Majesty. The humble softness of a mortal mind, (Where all the Graces are confin’d) With every Grandure of a Deity! The noblest Songs from You their Beauties take, 400 Divinely you restore our fainting skill, Inspire the chast and flowing quill, Teach Poets how to sing! and Angels how to speak! Oh what to Juno shall we pay On this Her solemn Holy day! <target id="page_211" target-type="page">211</target>XVI 405 Ten Thousand Garlands from the stores Of flowry Aromatick shores; With shining Colours newly born, All blooming Beauties of the Morn! Gather’d before the Delphick God, 410 Or the soft Wind that gently breaths, Had kist the tender Virgin Bud, Had robb’d the sweetness from their leaves; In mystick order these shall spread The h[a]llow’d ground, where Thou shalt tread, 415 And shed their Infant Odours round Thy Sacred head: Ten Thousand Hearts all with soft wishes fill’d, Chast as Thy Bosom, pure as is Thy Fame, Ten Thousand Vows from Souls that yield Eternal Adorations to Thy Name! 420 Let the contending Merchant strive For Indian Pearls and Western Ore, Those raffl’d Toys by which They thrive, And sell their saf[e]ties of the shore; Unvalu’d trifles to a Power Divine, 425 To whom a wounded Heart is more Than all the Ransackt World has laid before Upon the Worshipt shrine! These are the Tributes we devoutly pay Great Juno on Her solemn Holy-day. XVII 430 While thus the Ravisht Nerieds Sung The Echoes from the crowded shore, Repeated the glad Musick o’re; And all the Banks with Acclamations rung, Like well-tun’d Vollies with united Peals: 435 Which after rattle in the distant Sky, Long live our Sacred King and Queen! they cry, And all the vacant round with joyful murmer fills, Repeating still the grateful noise As fast as e’re they could recharge the Voice; 440 The different shoutings of the Throng, The Female Treble, and the Manly Base, The dead flat Notes of the declining race, Tun’d to the sharp ones of the young, Compleats the noblest Musick of the Day: 445 212And though each bore a different part, ‘Twas all one Voice, and one united Heart, Rejoyc’d, and blest the Monarch all the way. XVIII Here let the Royal Pair a while repose Oh thou impatient Muse! 450 Though loth as are my Eyes the bliss to lose; Who never yet could satisfie their sight, Which do’s new life infuse, When ever they repeat the true delight. How oft, how silently, alas! 455 I glide, and hover round the awful place, Like Fantoms, where their hidden Treasure lies; Or hoping Lovers who at distance gaze, And watch the tender Moments of their Mistress Eyes. How e’re I toil for Life all day, 460 With what e’re cares my Soul’s opprest, Tis in that Sun-shine still I play, Tis there my wearied Mind’s at rest; But oh Vicisitudes of Night must come Between the rising Glories of the Sun! XIX 465 And now the Royal Robes are on, But oh! what numbers can express The Glory of the Sacred Dress! Not the gay Planet, when he’s hasting down, Flowing and ruddy to his Thetis Bed, 470 And guilds the Sky with dazling Red: Nor the soft Rays of new-born Light, Or Heav’n in fancy e’re was form’d so bright. And now a vast Illustrious Train of Stars Declares, great CYNTHIA first appears; 475 Those Stars who rule the Fortune, and the Fate, Of all the Amorous, Brave, and Great: For what e’re Merit Nature gives, ‘Tis by their influence alone it thrives; So sparkling and so fair a Train, 480 Did ne’re attend the Goddess o’re the Aerial Plain; The Conqu’ring Nymphs and Hero’s there, 213The Graces and the Worthy’s mingled were; Each would a noble Song require, But I have Tun’d my joyful Lyre 485 Only for Royal Theams; And the kind Flatterer sooths my heart, And will no trembling Note impart To any Musick, but the Charming Names Of Sacred LAURA! sacred JAMES. XX 490 She Comes__________ Behold the Badge of Peace and Innocence! The Ivory Scepter is in Triumph born, So do’s the Milky way advance Before the Rising Morn; 495 A Hero more than half a God, Whom all the Graces and the Charms Adorn; Whom ev’ry Muse, and Vertue do’s inspire, Whom all the Witty, Great, and Good, admire, Supports the awful Mystick Rod: 500 DORSET, whose Eyes with all the Beauties shone, Which he in Love, and in Success puts on. A careless Grandure, and a Generous Air, Did over all the Lord of Hearts appear, Eternal softness, and Eternal Wit: 505 His looks made good to day, all he e’re spoke or Write. XXI The Golden Scepter noble Rutland bore, In whose rich Veins the Royal Purple Springs From mighty YORK! whose conqu’ring Arms of yore Could sway the Fortunes, and the Fates of Kings: 510 Still to the juster side they brought their Swords, And many a Glorious field the wond’rous Name Records. Next view a Hero in His [proper] Sphere, While Beauford do’s the Sacred Circle bear, A Prince! whom Heav’n and Nature form’d to move 214515 The ill-maner’d World to Reverence, and to Love. A Prince! so truly brave, so greatly good, That when in after Ages Men would Fame, Some future Hero with the Noblest Name, Whose constant Loyalty undaunted stood, 520 Preserv’d it self in its divinest forms Amidst a Thousand meeting Storms; A second BEAUFORD’s Name the youth shall Crown, And over pay His Glory and Renown. XXII And now loud Admirations fill the space, 525 And Hearts with nimbler Motions beat, Behold the QUEEN the Raptur’d Crowds repeat! She comes! She comes with a Triumphant Grace, And all Heav’n opens in her Angel Face; Bright were Her Beams, and all around they Shone, 530 And darted awful Fire to all the lookers on; So heedless Lovers do with Cupids play ‘Till the Boys shoot and spoil their fancy’d Joy: Thus all adorn’d with Sacred Beauty’s Charms Through the vast Christian Camp the fair INCHANTRESS Rode, 535 And where the noblest Worriers wond’ring stood, Her killing eyes dealt their resistless harms; Through the rough Male the subtle Light’ning plaid, And the stern Heart to tenderness betray’d: Her Love-drawn Chariot mov’d with solemn State, 540 While round it the adoring Princes wait, With Sigh and Vows Petitioning their Fate; But with this difference, while that Charmer strove To take Revenge! in the soft snares of Love, Ours, all Divine! by chance her Beauty’s hurl’d, 545 And has without design subdu’d the World; But oh! in vain is any likeness made, ‘Tis Coppying of the Day! by Gloom and Shade. 215The wonder that the Prophet did unfold, When Heav’n in Revelation he survey’d, 550 And the Bright Woman did behold In wond’rous Garments of the SUN Aray’d, And underneath her feet the Moon subdu’d, At this Divine Appearance seem’d renew’d. XXIII A NYMPH the fairest ever shin’d in Courts, 555 NORFOLK the Generous, Gay and Great, To whom each Muse officiously resorts, And with their Songs their Patron Mistress Greet, To make the Illustrious Train compleat; The Sacred Robe supports. 560 Aided by young Diana’s all as fair As the coy Maid the amorous GOD pursu’d, As Chast as she, as unsubdu’d; Unsoyl’d even by the wanton wisp’ring Air. No guilty though[t] had ever spread 565 Their lovely Virgin Cheeks with Red, No Lovers Sighs had blown the blushes there, For all their Roses in the Bud appear. XXIV And now the ravisht People shout a new! Their KING! their dear lov’d Monarch is in view; 570 The constant AYLESBURY, and the Loyal GRAY. Prepare the mighty Way. This bears the Marshall Staff, and that the Spur, Of blest Saint EDWARD, King and Confessor. To whom Heav’n first the Mystery did unfold, 575 By Sacred Touches, and by H[a]llow’d Gold, To heal that else uncurable Disease That poses Art, and baffles all the Wise. The faithful PETERBOROW, whose unmatch’d zeal, Pursu’d his Suffering Princes adverse Fate, 580 When Factious Malice that out-acted Hell, Drove the submitting Exile to a Foreign State; Deserv’d the Glory which that day he wore, And dares defend the Treasure that he bore. [Scepter.] 216 PEMBROOK! the thoughtful PEMBROOK next [survey], 585 All form’d for Victory and Love, In whose fine Eyes a Thousand Graces move, And little sighing Gods around him play, Who watch each melancholy look, and bear The pointed Ruin to some gazing fair. 590 His hand the Sword adorn’d with equal Grace, As Wit his softer Tongue, or Love his conqu’ring Face. Great DARBY, and the long-fam’d SHREWSBURY, Whose happless Sires in bright Allegiance shone, With Toyl, and Wounds, and many a Victory, 595 Such Trophies for their Heirs have wone, As this days Triumphs do their Fames reward, The Pointed and more Honour’d Broken SWORD. OXFORD the Brave, whose unexampl’d Name, Was never tainted with Rebellious Crimes, 600 But ‘mongst the vast Records of deeds and times, Remains unblemisht in the Book of Fame: Justly that Sword of State in Peace he ought to bear, Who knows so Nobly how to manage it in War . XXV Upon the Royal Charge two Princes wait, 605 Young GRAFTON, the Illustrious and the Great, England’s High Constable , for this blest Day, Too large a Power to bear a longer Sway. Beneath this Change, ah! sigh not Royal Youth, Thy blooming Vertues still will rise and Live; 610 As Flowers transplanted better thrive, And mend their Luster, and their growth; Securely thou may’st shine beneath this Sun, And in the Path of Honour thou’st begun, May’st a long Race, of lasting Glories run: 615 Remaining as thou art, brave, Loyal, true, Thou, in thy KING, will find the Father too. NORFOLK! the greatest Subject, and the best, Whose Loyalty indur’d the utmost test; 217A PRINCE! whose Glorious Name has stood, 620 Belov’d at home, ador’d abroad: Stedfast in all the Vertues of the Brave, And to no Vices of the Great a slave; True to his King, his Honour, and his Word, Mæcena of my Muse, my Patron Lord. XXVI 625 Great ORMOND! whom no time or Age can bow; But on his awful Reverend brow, Serenely as the Summer of his years, Before the Autumn blasts bereaves The goodly Ceder of his youthful Leaves, 630 Full blown, not fading, still appears. Who to Command, and to obey, For a long Race of years has show’d the noblest way; Brave in the Field, in Council Wise, Stedfast in Loyalty, in Honour nice: 635 Gracious in Power, unruffl’d in a Storm, Humble in Court, and Glorious in a Calm: This Day, the Sacred Diadem he bore, Whose dear defence so long has been his care, That Diadem that Grac’d his hand before, 640 Whose Right, so oft he did assert in War. Great SOMERSET, that Name of high Renown, Allied to Kings, though not of Kingly Race, Guarded the Worlds great Treasure, Englands Crown, While the Worlds Emblim did the Hero Grace; 645 His Youth and Beauty did Adorn his State, And the young Atlas smil’d beneath his Glorious weight. The n’re to be forgotten ALBEMARLE, Whose Name shall last when Nature is no more, That Name, that did lost Britain’s Joy restore; 650 Its Worship’d Champion and its General. The second Guardian of the Crown was made, And in his hand to day the Peaceful Scepter sway’d; The true born English Bravery of whose mind, 218His Native Loyalty, and intrinsick worth, 655 Shows him of that Diviner kind, When Demi-Gods with Mortals joyn’d, And brought the first-born Race of Hero’s forth. XXVII And now, the Earthly GOD appears in view, While the glad Crowd their lowder shouts renew, 660 Wild with their joy, even rudly they express Its vast concern, its vast excess! All stretch themselves beyond their native height, At more advantage to behold the Sight; That Sacred sight! which though each day we view, 665 ‘Tis every day all Charming, Dear and New! So on Olympus top the GOD appears, When of his Thunder he disarms, And all his atributes of mercy wears The sweetness of Divine forgiving Charms. 670 With Smiles he casts His Gracious Eyes around, Inspiring FAITH from ev’ry look and Grace, No Soul so dull to humane sense was found As not to read its safety in His Face. Where Fortitude and Bravery sate 675 In solemn Triumph over Fate , Where Truth in all her honest Glory shin’d, That darling vertue of His Godlike mind; So well His looks, and Soul accord, The kind Confirmers do confess 680 How like a King! he does profess, How like a GOD! maintain His Word. O ye fond hapless unbelieving few, Ye Obstinate, ye Stubborn, stiff-neck’d crew; Who love your fears of insecurity; 685 And have like Witches , your infection hurl’d, To torture and disease the World; Come and be cur’d of your blind Sorcery , That Hell-born Malice, that you have exprest, And Dam’d your selves meerly to Damn the rest; 690 You, whom no word of King, or GOD! can calm, 219But wrest ‘em both to your convenient sense, Who like Land Pirates bless the Storm, When the rich Ship-wrack proves your recompence. By different Kings your Vertues have been try’d, 695 The Pious, Peaceful, and the Brave were given, But still that Hypocrite (self-interest) sway’d, And you dislik’d because the choice of Heav’n! So the fond Jews their Faithless murmerings show’d, Rebell’d for change, though Govern’d by their GOD. 700 As a bright Evening Crowns a Glorious Day, NORTHUMBERLAND brought up the Rear, Northumberland the Lovely, Young, and Gay, Blest by the Crowds, and to the Souldiers dear; A charming Youth of Royal Race, His God-like Father pictur’d in his face, 705 With a soft mixture of his Beautious Mothers Grace. XXVIII Thus the great charge they to the Temple bring There, not to make, but to confirm the King! So the Triumphant Ark with Songs was born, 710 And sanctiy’d the place it did Adorn! And Lo______ The opening Scene of the third Heav’n appears, Where Glory sits Enthron’d above the Stars; Where no faint Mortal object meets the Eye, 715 But ev’ry where ‘tis all Divine, All Raptur’d Joy! all perfect Extasie; Where Angels and Dominions joyn, Where Principalities and Powers combine, And round the Sacred Throne in wond’rous order shine. 720 Where every sense receives the full delight; Seraphic Musick Charms the Ear: The Eyes are Ravisht with incessant Light, And Hallow’d Incense fills the perfum’d Air. The Soul with Noblest touches blest, 725 Disdains the scanty confines of the breast. And flatterers where [immenser] Glories play, And greedily it feeds on Heav’nly joy! <target id="page_220" target-type="page">220</target>XXIX Mistaken School-men, you who vainly strive Just Notions of Eternal Bliss to give, 730 By dull comparison with things below, Saphers, and Diamonds, Chrystal Gold, and Light; By lessening Objects, time, and pains bestow To Paint, what cannot be conceiv’d by sight. Henceforth the Sacred Mansion to display, 735 (And tell us what you mean, by what ye say) Describe Great JAMES, and [LAURA’s] Coronation Day! Tell, how they sate Enthron’d with Rays of light, What Hosts of Angels did Adore the sight. Describe the Hallelujah’s of the Crowd, 740 When thrice with joyful cries they gave Assent aloud: Tell, how the awful Monarch Mounted stood And by the best of Mortals make us guess the GOD. Tell us, that so Mount SINAI’s top He blest, When to his People he dispenc’d the Law, 745 When shining Glories all the God-head drest, And all below ador’d the wonder that they Saw! And when the Ministering Powers ye would express, Describe the Reverend Clergy in Pontifick dress. And who would tell us how th’ Almighty speaks, 750 When Angels bow with awful list’ning down! From Ely’s Sermon, the best Rhetorick takes; Ely , that Ornament of the still Loyal Gown: And when Heav’ns brightness ye would make appear, Behold the QUEEN, and copy it all from Her. XXX 755 All Hail! thou born of more than Kingly Race, Monarchs and Poets did thy Lineage Grace! At once the Crown and Lawrel drest, The Royal Family of ESST. Great ARIOSTO from Thy Race did spring, 760 That taught his Hero’s how to Love and Sing! May all the Joys Triumphant Beauties Bless, And all Chast Lovers fancy in Success: May all the Glory that on Empires wait, With ev’ry quiet of retreat, 765 Crown your soft hours, and be in Heav’n confirm’d, 221While to secure you Blest, the adoring Worlds concern’d. Great Prince of wonders, welcome to that Throne, Both to Your Vertues, and Your Sufferings due, By Heav’n and Birth-right all Your own, 770 You shar’d the Danger, share the Glory too; Whom Providence, (by Numerous Miracles wrought) Through all the mazes of Misfortunes brought! You mount the unruly World with easie force, Reward with joy, but Punish with remorse; 775 The wanton Beast Restive with ease has lain, And ‘gainst the Rider lifts the sawcy heel; But now a skilful hand assumes the Rein, He do’s the experienc’d Conquerour feel, And finds his head-strong Disobedience vain, 780 Proud of his Glorious load, he leaps, and bounds Becomes the Beauty of the neighbouring Plains, New Life and new Activity he gains, And through the Groves his cheerful Neigh resounds Lives Glad and Gay, beneath that Generous Rule 785 That ne’re will let his useful Mettle cool.