The Triumphs of Peace, or, The Glories of Nassaw A Pindarick Poem. Occasioned by the Conclusion of the Peace between the Confederacy and France. Written at the time of His Grace the Duke of Ormond's Entrance into Dublin in Ireland, By Mr John Hopkins |
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TO THE KING. |
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TO THE KING.
Put off, dread Sir, those awful Looks, and smile,Be only now the Glory of our Isle.
Lay down the Terror; such a Mildness shew,
As when the Captives of your Arms you view.
Thus may the Subject with the Prince confer,
What the Muse speaks, the Monarch stoops to hear:
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Free as the Winds, which bear her, on she sings,
And flutters boldly o'er the Heads of Kings.
Dares, like the Royal Bird, undaunted rove,
And plays with Light'nings, which belong to Jove.
The Gods allow our Off'rings should be giv'n,
We send our Praise, as well as Pray'rs to Heav'n.
Ev'n the Almighty, who was all before,
Commands us Mortals to extol him more.
Not that our Thoughts his Attributes can crown,
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Thus, from our Claims to thee our Honours spring,
The greatest Conqu'rour, and the greatest King.
Defending still what you have once restor'd,
You sway your Scepter, as you wield your Sword.
In humblest Thanks, and Vows, we make return,
Heav'n bestows Favours; Mortals Incense burn.
FINIS.
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