A Pindarick on the death Of Our Late Sovereign With An Ancient Prophecy on his Present Majesty. Written by A. Behn |
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To His Sacred MAJESTY, KING JAMES II.
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To His Sacred MAJESTY, KING JAMES II.
All Hail Great Prince! whom ev'ry Miracle
Preserv'd for Universal Rule;
When Time Your wond'rous Story shall unfold,
Your Glorious Deeds in Arms, when yet but Young;
Your strange Escapes, and Danger shall be told,
Your Battails Fought, Your Gilded Lawrels won,
When yet the Elder Generals (not in Fame)
Your Perils dar'st not share,
Alone the raging Torrent You wou'd stem,
And bear before You the fierce Tide of War.
How Spain Records Your Glorious Name;
And how when Danger call'd, for Britains good,
You paid the lavish Ransom of Your Blood.
When the Ingrates shall Blushing read,
How far great Souls the Vulgar can exceed
In Patience, Suffering, and Humility,
Your Condiscention, and Your Banishment,
Then let the Obstinate (convinc'd) agree;
You only were preserv'd, and fit, for Sacred Government.
Preserv'd for Universal Rule;
When Time Your wond'rous Story shall unfold,
Your Glorious Deeds in Arms, when yet but Young;
Your strange Escapes, and Danger shall be told,
Your Battails Fought, Your Gilded Lawrels won,
When yet the Elder Generals (not in Fame)
Your Perils dar'st not share,
Alone the raging Torrent You wou'd stem,
And bear before You the fierce Tide of War.
How Spain Records Your Glorious Name;
And how when Danger call'd, for Britains good,
You paid the lavish Ransom of Your Blood.
When the Ingrates shall Blushing read,
How far great Souls the Vulgar can exceed
In Patience, Suffering, and Humility,
Your Condiscention, and Your Banishment,
Then let the Obstinate (convinc'd) agree;
You only were preserv'd, and fit, for Sacred Government.
Come listen all, whom needless fears possess,
And hear how Heav'n confirms Your Happiness:
Behold the Sacred Promis'd Prince,
Whom wond'rous Prophets Ages since
Told, When the Mistick Figures of the Year,
To such a Number should Amount,
(As fill this Lucky Years Account)
O're England there should Reign a Star
Of that Divine and Gracious Influence,
Should make proud Neighbouring Nations fear:
And Mightier Britains happy Genius prove,
And bless the Land with Plenty, Peace, and Love.
'Tis YOU, oh Sacred Sir, for Empire Born,
Shall make the great Prediction true,
And this last Miracle perform,
To make us Blest, and make us own it too.
Oh may Your Luster with Your Life renew!
Long may You Shine, and spread Your Beams as far,
As from the Morning to the Ev'ning Star;
'Till Your Convincing Rays, Your Foes o're come,
And for Your Glorious Magnitude the scanted Globe want room.
And hear how Heav'n confirms Your Happiness:
Behold the Sacred Promis'd Prince,
Whom wond'rous Prophets Ages since
Told, When the Mistick Figures of the Year,
To such a Number should Amount,
(As fill this Lucky Years Account)
O're England there should Reign a Star
Of that Divine and Gracious Influence,
Should make proud Neighbouring Nations fear:
And Mightier Britains happy Genius prove,
And bless the Land with Plenty, Peace, and Love.
'Tis YOU, oh Sacred Sir, for Empire Born,
Shall make the great Prediction true,
And this last Miracle perform,
To make us Blest, and make us own it too.
Oh may Your Luster with Your Life renew!
Long may You Shine, and spread Your Beams as far,
As from the Morning to the Ev'ning Star;
'Till Your Convincing Rays, Your Foes o're come,
And for Your Glorious Magnitude the scanted Globe want room.
FINIS.
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