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To the KING. In the First Year of His Majesty's Reign.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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To the KING. In the First Year of His Majesty's Reign.

May all thy Years, like this, auspicious be,
And bring thee Crowns, and Peace, and Victory!
Scarce had'st thou time t'unsheath thy conqu'ring Blade,
It did but glitter, and the Rebels fled:
Thy Sword, the Safe-guard of thy Brother's Throne,
Is now as much the Bulwark of thy own.
Aw'd by thy Fame, the trembling Nations send
Throughout the World, to court so firm a Friend.
The guilty Senates, that refus'd thy Sway,
Repent their Crime, and hasten to obey;
Tribute they raise, and Vows and Off'rings bring,
Confess their Phrenzy, and confirm their King,
Who with their Venom over-spread thy Soil,
Those Scorpions of the State, present their Oil.

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So the World's Saviour, like a Mortal drest,
Altho' by daily Miracles confest,
Accus'd of evil Doctrine by the Jews,
The giddy Crowd their rightful Prince refuse;
But when they saw such Terror in the Skies,
The Temple rent, their King in Glory rise;
Seiz'd with Amaze, they own'd their lawful Lord,
And struck with Guilt, bow'd, trembl'd, and ador'd.