The Mournful Mite Or the True Subject's Sigh. On the Death of the Illustrious and Serene Charles II. King of Great-Britain, France, and Ireland, &c. [by Peter Ker] |
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To the Author.
Within this Mite is Comprehended moreThen all the Pounds were Publish'd heretofore.
G. B.
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THE Mournful Mite.
BEING A POEM On the Death of King CHARLES II.
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Lately I look'd up to promotions Skie;Where I did Espye
The Sun and Moon of Britains Church and State
(Ah rigid Fate)
Eclips'd in Majesty.
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Amaz'd I Sigh'd, and pry'd within the Scene,Beholding Charles-wain:
The Via Làctea seem'd to shrink away;
Night acted Day,
And Tears did flow Amain.
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I went to Black, but formerly White-Hall,To know th' Original:
In Threnodyes they Sung; Our Royal Head
Is Cold and Dead;
Our Pomp turn'd Tragical.
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I Sigh'd for Charles our King the Great and Good,And Cry'd a Loud:
But (when I fear'd to sink in Seas of Grief)
Found no Relief;
Tears but increas'd the Flood.
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Yet (when the Sable Curtain was laid by)I heard a Cry.
Th' Eclips not Total is (we trust)
For now the Shadow Flies;
And from the Phænix precious Dust
A Phœbus doth Arise:
And then I wip'd mine Eyes.
FINIS.
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