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[The Bels proclaim'd aloud in euery Steeple]
The Bels proclaim'd aloud in euery Steeple,The ioyfull acclamations of the people.
The Ordnance thundred with so high a straine,
As if great Mars they meant to entertaine.
The Bonfires blazing, infinite almost,
Gaue such a heat as if the world did roast.
True mirth and gladnesse was in euery face,
And healths ran brauely round in euery place:
That sure I thinke this sixt day of October,
Ten thousand men will goe to bed scarce (&c.)
This was a day all dedicate to Mirth,
As 'twere our Royall Charles his second birth.
And this day is a Iewell well return'd,
For whom this Kingdome yesterday so mourn'd.
God length his dayes who is the cause of this,
And make vs thankfull for so great a blisse.
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