A Pindarick Ode on the Death Of His Late Sacred Majesty King Charles II Of Blessed Memory. By J. H. [i.e. John Harington] |
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To His Most Excellent Majesty King JAMES II. |
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To His Most Excellent Majesty King JAMES II.
While all your Subjects their Allegiance pay,And at your Feet their grateful Offerings lay;
Permit Dread Soveraign, an Officious Swain,
To wish all Blessings to your Peaceful Reign;
After the Bards, my Masters, I remain
To pay my Vows, the meanest of the Train.
Hail Englands Glory! Heavens peculiar Care!
Whose chief Life-Guard the blessed Angels are,
Breath of our Nostrils, Hail!—
Heav'n kept you from the tempests of the Seas,
And from th' excluding Votes, more turbulent then these.
A while like stupid Brutes, wee've senseless lain,
You'r the restorer of our Wits again.
Vice shall abscond, while you the Scepter sway,
And Frauds discountenanc'd shall sneak away:
Vertue exalted on her highest sphear,
Without Eclipse in splendor shall appear.
Justice within her bounds, like Thames shall flow,
With equal currrent; nor supinely slow,
Nor yet too swift; nor shall fierce Tempests blow,
To wrinkle, or molest her even brow:
But if our English Giants shall rebel,
Cæsar like Jove, can frown and thunder them to Hell.
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