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On the King's landing at Harwich, after he had been expos'd to many Dangers in his Voyage to Holland.

As the glad Persians, so the Britains run
To pay their Homage to the Rising-sun;
While Streamers and the swelling Sails foretel,
Our dread Augustus is both safe and well:
See on the silver Billows how they ride,
Having so great a Charge they swell with Pride,
Hoping some Midwife land would come so near,
To take their Lord, and ease their Pious fear.
With what full Joy does the glad Court embrace
The Kingdom's Glory, and the Nation's Peace?
Our Lives, our Fortunes, at your Seat we throw,
A Complement to some, a Debt to you.
The sacred Wishes which we kept in store,
Contribute nothing to your Welfare more;
Loud in your Praise the well-throng'd People show,
The Gods attend our Cæsar here below,
When first he to the welcome Shore repair'd,
He bravely dar'd that Death which all else fear'd;
And when the Tempest rose, there was no place
For vulgar Paleness in a Kingly face:
Dark was the Cov'ring which the Seas o'er-spread,
The Stars his Lamps, the restless Waves his Bed;
Tho' Nature shew'd the ugliest Face of Night,
His very Looks supply'd the absent Light.
Go on Auspicious Prince, thy Life will raise
An Everlasting Monument of Praise,
And where thy Standards shall in pomp display,
Thy Enemies shall tremble, fear, obey:
Peace, Happiness, and all the Gods can send,
Shall on your Kingdom, and your Court attend;
Your Counsel is from Jove's transcendent Throne,
By which you rule, and conquer all alone.