The Miracle;
How the Dutchess of Modena (being in Heaven) prayed the
B. Virgin that the Queen might have a Son, and how our Lady sent the Angel
Gabriel with her Smock; upon which the Queen was with Child.
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To the Tune of, O Youth, thou handst better been starv'd
at Nurse. In Bartholomew-Fair.
[I]
You Catholick States men and Church-men rejoyce,
And Praise Heavens Goodness with Heart and with Voice;
None greater on Earth or in Heaven than she,
Some say she's as good as the best of the three.
Her Miracles bold,
Were Famous of Old,
But a braver than this is was never yet told;
'Tis pity that every good Catholick living,
Had not heard on't before the last day of Thanksgiving.
II
In Lombardy-Land, great Modena's Dutchess
Was snatch'd from her Empire by Death's cruel Clutches,
When to Heaven she came (for thither she went)
Each Angel received her with Joy and Content.
On her knees she fell down,
Before the bright Throne,
And begg'd that Gods Mother would grant her one Boon;
Give England a Son (at this Critical Point)
To put little Orange's Nose out of Joynt.
III
As soon as our Lady had heard her Petition,
To Gabriel, the Angel, she straight have Commission;
She pluck'd off her Smock from her shoulders divine,
And charg'd him to hasten to Englands fair Queen.
Go to the Royal Dame,
To give her the same,
And bid her for ever to praise my Great Name;
For I, in her favour, will work such a Wonder,
Shall keep the most Insolent Hereticks under.
IV
Tell James (my best Son) his part of the matter
Must be with this, Only to cover my Daughter;
Let him put it upon her with's own Royal Hand;
Then let him go Travel to visit the Land;
And the Spirit of Love,
Shall come from above,
Tho not as before, in form of a Dove;
Yet down he shall come in some likeness or other,
(Perhaps like Count Dada) and make her a Mother.
V
The Message with hearts full of Faith were receiv'd,
And the next news we heard was Q. M. conceiv'd;
You great ones Converted, poor cheated Dissenters,
Grave Judges, Lords, Bishops, & Commons, Consenters
You Commissioners all,
Ecclesiastical,
From M--- the Dutiful, to C--- the Tall;
Pray Heaven to strengthen Her Majesties Placket,
For if this Trick fail, beware of your Jacket.
