Distressed Sion Relieved Or, The Garment of Praise for the Spirit of Heaviness. Wherein are Discovered the Grand Causes of the Churches Trouble and Misery under the late Dismal Dispensation. With a Compleat History of, and Lamentation for those Renowned Worthies that fell in England by Popish Rage and Cruelty, from the Year 1680 to 1688. Together with an Account of the late Admirable and Stupendious Providence which hath wrought such a sudden and Wonderful Deliverance for this Nation, and Gods Sion therein. Humbly Dedicated to their Present Majesties. By Benjamin Keach |
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1683.
Renowned Great Lord Russel next, I see
Is markt out for this direful Tragedy,
Scarce had I dry'd mine Eyes for loss of one,
But they another Hero fall upon.
A braver Lord scarce ever lost his Head;
Nay few like him hath England ever bred.
From a most Noble Stem he did Spring forth,
And had a Spirit suited to his Birth.
Had I not wept so many tears before,
For him whole Rivers from mine Eyes might pour.
Had I an Helicon in either Eye,
The thoughts of Russel soon may draw them dry.
Great Soul! too great for our inferior praise,
You for your self the Noblest Trophies raise.
Your Love to Sion, and your Native Land
Shall mention'd be, ev'n while the Earth doth stand
My loss and England's too who shall repair?
Great God! his hardned Enemies do not spare;
'Twas by the Blood of these Great Men I see
England was freed from Rome's curst Tyranny.
Is markt out for this direful Tragedy,
Scarce had I dry'd mine Eyes for loss of one,
But they another Hero fall upon.
A braver Lord scarce ever lost his Head;
Nay few like him hath England ever bred.
From a most Noble Stem he did Spring forth,
And had a Spirit suited to his Birth.
Had I not wept so many tears before,
For him whole Rivers from mine Eyes might pour.
Had I an Helicon in either Eye,
The thoughts of Russel soon may draw them dry.
Great Soul! too great for our inferior praise,
You for your self the Noblest Trophies raise.
Your Love to Sion, and your Native Land
Shall mention'd be, ev'n while the Earth doth stand
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Great God! his hardned Enemies do not spare;
'Twas by the Blood of these Great Men I see
England was freed from Rome's curst Tyranny.
T'avoid the Odium of their cursed Plot,
Which notwithstanding ne're will be forgot,
Another was contriv'd, wherewith they thought
The innocent to insnare, who should be brought
Thereby to ruin; and then hop'd to see
Sion and her best Friends would ruin'd be;
This was the Second part of Rome's design
To work the overthrow of me and mine,
And these two Champions standing in their way
With bloudy hands they villanously slay.
The first inhumanely was Murdered,
The other they did publickly Behead.
They charged him indeed with odious Crimes,
(And many others too, in those black times:)
Which notwithstanding ne're will be forgot,
Another was contriv'd, wherewith they thought
The innocent to insnare, who should be brought
Thereby to ruin; and then hop'd to see
Sion and her best Friends would ruin'd be;
This was the Second part of Rome's design
To work the overthrow of me and mine,
And these two Champions standing in their way
With bloudy hands they villanously slay.
The first inhumanely was Murdered,
The other they did publickly Behead.
They charged him indeed with odious Crimes,
(And many others too, in those black times:)
Crimes he to th' last did utterly deny,
Whose Noble Soul their malice did defie,
But Villains swore, and he alas must die.
Whose Noble Soul their malice did defie,
But Villains swore, and he alas must die.
O Heav'n and Earth be ye astonished!
How fain would they have struck off my poor Head,
Yet of my Blood that they themselves might clear,
Good Protestants the scandal on't must bear.
How fain would they have struck off my poor Head,
Yet of my Blood that they themselves might clear,
Good Protestants the scandal on't must bear.
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