Prince and Stewart of Scotland Duke of Rothsay, Earl of Carrick, Lord of the Isles, Knight and Baronet of Renfrew [by Ninian Paterson] |
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Prince and Stewart OF SCOTLAND, Duke of Rothsay, Earl of Carrick, Lord of the Isles, Knight and Baronet of Renfrew.
As the couragious, and high bounding Steed,
Like those of Great Laomedon his Breed,
With Fire and Air, performs his prancing Course,
His Neck with Thunder Arm'd, his Breast with Force,
And with Triumphant Rage beats out the Race,
As if an Engine shot Him to the Place;
At last descended to the Vale of Years,
He only groans when he the Trumpet hears,
Yet heated with the known and Martial Sound,
He Stamps, and Champs and Nighs, and Beats the Ground:
So I the Muses having bid farewell,
Broke with the Climming of Parnassus Hill,
To whom as great Content Retirement brings,
As those that Glitter in the Courts of Kings;
With Joy beholding these Heart ravish'd Throngs
Of Acclamations, and Harmonious Songs,
Unto our High-born Prince, a Stranger here,
Can gladly yet make one to fill the Quire.
Like those of Great Laomedon his Breed,
With Fire and Air, performs his prancing Course,
His Neck with Thunder Arm'd, his Breast with Force,
And with Triumphant Rage beats out the Race,
As if an Engine shot Him to the Place;
At last descended to the Vale of Years,
He only groans when he the Trumpet hears,
Yet heated with the known and Martial Sound,
He Stamps, and Champs and Nighs, and Beats the Ground:
So I the Muses having bid farewell,
Broke with the Climming of Parnassus Hill,
To whom as great Content Retirement brings,
As those that Glitter in the Courts of Kings;
With Joy beholding these Heart ravish'd Throngs
Of Acclamations, and Harmonious Songs,
Unto our High-born Prince, a Stranger here,
Can gladly yet make one to fill the Quire.
Just as the King of Flames, whose darting Eye
Night-wandring Stars with fainting Splendour flee,
When in his Dazling Chariot he doth rise,
And shuts the Lids of all Heav'ns lesser Eyes,
And in his Dawning (tho to Pur-blind gray)
Blazons the Ensign of a glorious Day;
So is thy Birth to every Loyal Scot
Great Prince, our Joy, our Blood, our Breath, what not?
England thy Cradle though we must avow,
Yet unto Scotland, thou thy Blood doth ow.
Let no more difference then possess this Earth.
Thou'rt Ours by Blood, though thou art theirs by Birth.
What ever can be boasted from the Source,
The Glory of thy Ancestours is ours.
Just when the Sucking Infancy doth Bloom
Of this Auspicious Year, the Prince doth come.
In that same beauteous, and jolly Tide,
When Madam Flora appeareth in her pride.
To show propitious Heavens will still defend him,
Earth's Peace and Plenty ever will attend him.
That with united Raptures, Forth, and Thames,
May still Pray GOD bless MARY, GOD bless JAMES.
Night-wandring Stars with fainting Splendour flee,
When in his Dazling Chariot he doth rise,
And shuts the Lids of all Heav'ns lesser Eyes,
And in his Dawning (tho to Pur-blind gray)
Blazons the Ensign of a glorious Day;
So is thy Birth to every Loyal Scot
Great Prince, our Joy, our Blood, our Breath, what not?
England thy Cradle though we must avow,
Yet unto Scotland, thou thy Blood doth ow.
Let no more difference then possess this Earth.
Thou'rt Ours by Blood, though thou art theirs by Birth.
What ever can be boasted from the Source,
The Glory of thy Ancestours is ours.
Just when the Sucking Infancy doth Bloom
Of this Auspicious Year, the Prince doth come.
In that same beauteous, and jolly Tide,
When Madam Flora appeareth in her pride.
To show propitious Heavens will still defend him,
Earth's Peace and Plenty ever will attend him.
That with united Raptures, Forth, and Thames,
May still Pray GOD bless MARY, GOD bless JAMES.
GOD bless the Prince, and may he always move,
Upon the fixed Poles of Truth, and Love:
May never Rage nor War this Isle re-enter,
Love our Circumference, Love be our Center;
And may the busie Spider keep her Task,
Within the Belly of the plummed Cask.
May every Heart conspire, with every Tongue,
To Implore his Years may be Renown'd, and long.
Upon the fixed Poles of Truth, and Love:
May never Rage nor War this Isle re-enter,
Love our Circumference, Love be our Center;
And may the busie Spider keep her Task,
Within the Belly of the plummed Cask.
May every Heart conspire, with every Tongue,
To Implore his Years may be Renown'd, and long.
Sic optat & orat.
N. PATERSON.
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