A Pindarick poem on the happy coronation Of His most Sacred Majesty James II And his Illustrious Consort Queen Mary. By Mrs. Behn |
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 | A Pindarick poem on the happy coronation Of His most Sacred Majesty James II |  |
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Thus the great charge they to the Temple bringThere, not to make, but to confirm the King!
So the Triumphant Ark with Songs was born,
And sanctify'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;
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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.
Where every sense receives the full delight;
Seraphic Musick Charms the Ear:
The Eyes are Ravisht with incessant Light,
And Hallow'd Incese fills the perfum'd Air.
The Soul with Noblest touches blest,
Disdains the scanty confines of the breast,
And flatterers where emencer Glories play,
And greedily it feeds on Heav'nly joy!
| A Pindarick poem on the happy coronation Of His most Sacred Majesty James II | |