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A Pindarick Poem ON THE CORONATION.

I.

Arise my Muse! Advance thy Mourning Head!
And cease lamenting for the Mighty Dead!
Quench all the Funeral Tapers in your Tears,
And as the fainting flames expire,
Let your soft falling Tides retire;
While you behold the Prospect that appears
In the vast Glories of succeeding years!
Advance! and throw thy sable weeds away!
And string thy Lyre for some Harmonious Lay,
Worthy the Celebration of this Mighty Day!
Come ye soft Angels all, and lend your aid,
Ye little Gods that tun'd the Spheres,
That wanton'd, sung, and smil'd and play'd,
When the first World was by your Numbers made;
And Danc'd to order by your Sacred Ayrs!
Such Heavenly Notes as Souls Divine can warm,
Such wond'rous touches as wou'd move
And teach the Blest to Sing and Love!
And even the Anger of a GOD wou'd Charm!
O Tune it high, and strike with bold success,
But sweet and gentle, every strain,
As that which once taught by the Charming Swain,
By its soft force the Spirit disposest
From the great King and Prophets raging Breast.

II.

Yet when thou woud'st the Royal HERO sing,
Thy Godlike Patron, and thy Godlike King!
Rough as a useful storm make him appear!
Or as that welcome Eastern Wind,
By which th'Almighty Pow'r design'd
Th'Egyptian Locust from the Land to bear.
Resolv'd as the first Messenger of Heav'n,
To whom the great Command was giv'n
The first Born Rebells to chastise;
Who, while the flaming Sword he bore,
'Twas only to declare his Pow'r,
And unusurpt maintain his Paradice.
Paint him like Mars when Battails were in view,
And no soft Venus cou'd his Soul subdue;
All bent for nobler spoil than Beauties Charms,
And loos'd a while from Sacred LAURA's Arms.
LAURA! the Chast! the Pious! and the Fair!
Glorious, and kind as Guardian-Angels are,
Earths darling Goddess! and Heav'ns tend'rest care!

III.

But oh my Muse, when e're thou do'st presume
To touch on so Divine a Theam,
Let it be Nature all, thou do'st indite,
That those who read in Ages distant hence
May feel the very Zeal with which I write;
And by th'unlabour'd Verse be warm'd to tender sense:
That future Lovers when they hear,
Your all-ador'd and wond'rous character;
(For sure the mighty LAURA's Name will Live
As long as Time its self survive)
May find the Holy Passions you inspire,
Such awful flame, such hopeless pain,
Wander and trill through every trembling Vein;
And Bless the Charmer that Creates the Fire!
Bless the soft Muse that cou'd express
Beauty and Majesty in such a dress,
As all the World Adoring shall confess!
Oh fond seducer of my Nobler part,
Thou soft insinuating Muse,
If ever inspiration did impart
The Soul of Musick or Poetick Art;
Teach me, oh teach me how to chuse
Fancy for so Divine a Theam, O thou inchanting Muse!

IV.

The Glorious Ides of April now were come,
And Heav'n all open'd to survey
The Mighty Triumphs of the Blessed Day:
And Earth had drest her self in all her Bloom,
And sent abroad a universal joy!
Ten Thousand Angels fill'd the glitt'ring Air;
And all was Harmony above,
O're all the Azure plains the Golden Cherubs move;
And Seraphins were chanting every where,
Gay Robes of Light the young Divinities put on,
And spread their shining Locks to outvie the Sun.
On Pillows form'd of yielding Air they lye,
Plac'd in the mid-way Regions of the Sky;
On Jury Lutes and Silver Harps they play'd,
And gave the Sacred PAIR a Heav'nly Serenade:
Call'd forth the wond'ring Crowd, the Beaut'ous throng,
While all the Host of Heav'n attended on the Song.

V.

Awake, Oh Royal Sir! Oh Queen, ador'd, awake!
For whom our Triumphs and our Songs we make;
The sleepless Crowds their early duties show,
Th'attending Hierarchies of Angels bow;
All Heav'n and Earth with one united joy
Expect the mighty business of this coming Day:
All Languish for its blest approach—but You,
You to whom Glory's can no Luster give,
Whose Beams, like the expanded Sun,
Adorn what e're they deign to shine upon;
But no exalt addition can receive.
Thou HERO of th'expecting world arise!
Shake off the downy pleasures from thy eyes;
And from the softest Charms of Love, Arise!
From joys too fierce for any sense but Thine,
Whose Soul, whose Faculty's are all Divine;
So Bodies when refin'd, all Heav'n survey,
While feebler Mortals faint with ev'ry ray:
O rise from the inchanting Ravisher,
Nor listen to the Musick of Her Tongue;
Her Angel Eyes, and Voice, so conqu'ring are,
Love will make humbler Glory wait too long.

VI.

And Thou bright Goddess of the Day!
For whom all longing Eyes and Hearts prepare;
These tender panting, those soft Tears of Joy,
And with impatient Murm'rings fill the Air;
O Charming Goddess of the Day appear!
Full of Thy Blest Idea, they disdain
A vulgar thought to entertain;
Big with Prophetick Joy, they lab'ring wait
To utter Blessings wonderful and great;
This day no rough Fatigues of Life shall vex,
No more Domestick Cares the mind perplex;
All common thoughts are lost in the vast crowd of Joy,
This Jubilee! this Sacred Holy-day!
The Soul resolves for Mirth and Play.
She leaves all Worldly thoughts behind,
And in Her hast out-strips the wanton Wind;
Wou'd ev'n her early vows neglect to pay,
But that to Heav'n you guide the way;
When for Your safety all agree to Pray.
The Poor Man now forgets his pressing needs,
No Penury his exalted looks confess,
Neglects the Body, while the Soul he feeds
On fancy'd pleasures scarce arriv'd in guess.
No sad Complaints ascend the Sky's,
No Nymphs reproach'd in Lovers sighs,
Or Maid forsaken, bends her lovely eyes.
All with erected Looks salute the World!
None bow beneath the Pressure of a thought,
Unless where Envy has her Vipers hurl'd,
And raging Malice even to Madness wrought,
They hate the Light that guides the work Divine;
And how'l and gnash their Teeth, and suffer Hell before their time.
The Brave are glad, and gay, the young rejoyce,
The old in Prayers and Blessings lift the Voice;
Virgins the wealth of Flow'ry April bring,
And all the Muses, and the Angels sing!

VII.

Behold the HERO the blest Voice obeys,
And like the God of Luster gilds
With early Beams the Eastern Hills,
And by degrees th'adoring World surveys:
So the bright Harness he puts on,
And in his hand Divine he takes the Reins,
And with life-giving Rule the God maintains
The Glorious Empire of the Sun.
With ease he guides the fiery Coursers round,
And heat, and life, and light, do still abound;
And all things smile and thrive that are in Nature found.
Now fiercer Rays of Brightness he assumes,
And ev'ry Minute do's inlarge his Beams;
Till to the farthest Poles their Influence spread,
And scatter Plenty where his Glory's shed.
While all the guilty fantôms of the Night
Shrink from the Piercing terror of his Light!
Each coming vulgar-day, the Monarch show'd,
But this more Sacred, views Him all a GOD!
New youth and vigor fill His Royal Veins,
His Glorious Eyes young flames adorn;
A new Divinity in His looks, Proclames
That for Eternal Empire He was Born!
'Twas so He look'd in Dunkirks bloody field,
When the dull faithless Belgians He compell'd;
But when He saw th'ungrateful British Foe advance,
For whom even yet He had a tender sense,
Thus spoke! (When, mounted like a Conquering God,
From Rank to Rank the wond'rous Hero Rod!)
Before (said he) mixt Nations We withstood
Conquest, scarce worthy our expence of Blood;
Like Gallick onsets, brisk at first they 'ppear,
But dare not trust the event of fiercer War:
'Twas play before, a game We smiling won,
Now 'twill be Toyl, and work, not easily done;
My dear lov'd Souldiers these are English Men!
Who though they're forc'd to fly will turn agen;
Stanch to the Scent of War, inur'd to Blood!
Oh happy, if the expensive flood
Had been defus'd for wretched Englands good!
New Courage to the fainting Troops He gave,
And by His great Example taught 'em to be Brave:
Wonders the Promis'd Monarch did perform,
And dealt Destruction round like a resistless storm!

VIII.

Nor did His forward Gallantry in War
Surmount his Clemency in Peace,
His Captives proudly their soft Fetters bear,
And charm'd to an excess,
Adore the wonders they beheld,
And kist the Sacred Hand that chast'em ore the field.
His early Courage did His Foes convince,
Who now their scorn'd Commissions tear,
No longer will the Tyrants Ensigns bear;
But Vow Allegiance to their Native Prince.
They saw the God of War in ev'ry Grace,
While soft Adonis revell'd in His face;
The Goddess here, might all her wish enjoy;
The rough stern Hero, in the Charming Boy!
Such Looks as after Victory He put on,
With such to day the Glitt'ring Monarch shone;
Such Grace in Smiles, such sweetness in address,
Awfull as Heav'n, as easy of Access;
And Merciful as that, when e're he can redress!
True Representer of the Pow'rs Divine!
Such was the first Born-Man,
Heav'n did for an immortal Race design,
E're the first bright deluded Maid
To sense of Fear, the Lord of All betray'd;
So look'd the new-form'd wonder, so His Reign began!
So the gay Beauties of His World survey'd,
While Heav'n look'd down and smil'd, well-pleas'd with what 't had made.

IX.

See the bright QUEEN forsakes her softer joys,
And now prepares for Pomp and Noise;
That necessary Toyl of the Illustrious Great!
Who rarely taste the Bliss of sweet Retreat,
Like Heav'n who neither sleep nor slumber knows,
Short Dreams of Glory make their whole repose:
Whatever rest soft Nature do's design,
The Sun, and They, must still appear and shine!
And now, the more surprising Light
Breaks from the silent Empire of the Night;
So Venus look't when from the Seas
The rising Beauty view'd the world,
When amorous Waves around the Virgin curl'd;
And all the wond'ring Gods with awful pleasure gaz'd:
All sigh with Love! all languish in their flame,
Yet none his pain presumes to name;
For oh! the God-born Maid from mighty Neptune came.

X.

And now the Nymphs ply all their Female arts
To dress Her for Her victory of hearts;
A Thousand little LOVES descend!
Young waiting Cupids with officious care
In smiling order all attend:
This, decks Her Snowy Neck, and that Her Ebon Hair.
The Trophies which the Conqueress must adorn,
Are by the busie wantons born;
Who at Her Feet the shining burdens lay,
The Goddess pleas'd to see their Toyls,
Scatters Ten Thousand Graces from Her Smiles;
While the wing'd Boys catch ev'ry flying Ray.
This bears the valu'd Treasure of the East,
And lugs the Golden casket on His Breast;
Anothers little hand sustains
The weight of Oriental Chains;
And in the flowing jetty curles
They weave and braid the luced Pearls;
Round Her bright Face their nimble fingers play,
And ev'ry touch gives the young Gods a joy!
They gaze and hov'r round Her wond'rous Eyes,
Where a vast Heav'n of Wit and Beauty lies;
They point their Darts, and make their Arrows fine,
From the eternal Rays with which they shine;
From Her fair rising Breasts soft sighs they take,
To keep young tortur'd Lovers still awake.
From ev'ry Charm and Grace they bear,
Uneasie wishes, and despair;
From Her alone the Bankrupt Loves supply,
Their rifl'd Quivers with Artillery.
Fatal to All but Her Lov'd-Monarchs heart,
Who of the same Divine Materials wrought;
Cou'd equally exchange the dart,
Receive the wound with Life, with Life the wound impart;
And mixt the Soul as gently as the thought;
So the Great Thund'rer Semele d'stroy'd,
Whil'st only Juno cou'd embrace the God!

XI.

Behold Her now by Loves and Graces drest!
Like the Great Wife of Jove in Venus Cest;
Now She may ask whate're the God can grant,
If ought of Pow'r, or Glory, She can want;
But Heav'n has superseded all Her care,
And giv'n till it has left no use for Pray'r.
No wish for Times swift Coursers to run back,
To catch one flying minute past;
The coming hours, new pleasures hast;
Fortune and Nature still agree to make
Each present minute gayer than the last:
This gives you Empire! while Three Nations pay
Their willing homage to your Scepters sway.
That gives you Beauty! which without the aid
Of feebler pow'r, Commands and is obey'd!
Bewitching youth do's over all appear,
So Flow'rs just blown, their noblest Luster shew,
When shining in their Morning dew;
All their fresh Fragrancies they wear.
Almighty Wit and Vertue! Crowns the whole,
In ev'ry look and Feature of your Face,
We may the well-known Excellencies Trace
Of your Diviner Soul!
Though the soft Musick of your Words shou'd cease,
Your Charming Eyes wou'd Your great Thoughts confess!
Oh Blest are they that may at distance gaze,
And Inspirations from Your looks may take,
But how much more their happier Stars they Praise,
Who wait, and listen when you speak!
Mine for no scanted bliss so much I blame,
(Though they the humblest Portion destin'd me)
As when they stint my noblest Aim,
And by a silent dull obscurity
Set me at distance, much too far
The Deity to view, or Divine Oracle to hear!
So when the Israelites all wond'ring stood,
With awful Rev'rence in the vale beneath,
They saw from far the Glory's of the God;
But to approach the Sacred Mount was Death!
His Dictates by the Holy Prophet came,
'Twas He alone that did the pow'r receive,
To hear th'Almighty's voice and live;
It was enough for them below to view the Heav'nly flame.

XII.

Not the gay feather'd Chanters of the Air
With earlier Songs salute the breaking Day,
Than crowding Hero's, who to Court repair,
Do hail, and bless the Kingdoms Hope and Joy!
And now the gilded Barges wait
The coming of th'Illustrious Fraight;
So Rich a Prize no Vessel blest before,
But that which the Almighty SAVIOUR bore!
Their Golden Streamers glitter in the Air,
And rufl'd by the softer Wind,
(That plays and wantons unconfin'd)
They gently waft the Worlds Peculiar Care.
The sullen Sea-Gods wond'ring rise,
Rous'd by the joyful shouts and cry's;
Which from the crowded shores ascend the Sky's.
They shake Their Tridents and the Waves obey,
Dress their Blew Locks and flounce along the Sea,
To pay their Tributes to the Greater Deity.
Him, whom so oft with wonder they beheld,
With slaughter dye the verdant watry field;
When o're the wild insatiate flood,
He darted Thunder like an Angry God!
While round Him Death in horrid Triumph lay,
Where storms of winged ruine forc'd their way.
Yet still the saving Angel guarded Him;
The Bloody Signets which He wore
Made the Avenger pass the sacred Dore,
And still Preserv'd the faithful guest within.
Oh had that Senate, whose Ingratitude
The Royal Heir indeavour'd to Exclude;
Beheld His single wonders of that Day,
When o're the liquid Plain He cut His way;
Through show'rs of Death and Clouds of dark'ning smoke,
Like fatal Light'ning the fierce Victor broke,
And kill'd, where e're He dasht th'unerring stroke;
Instead of Votes against His Right and Fame,
They'd rais'd Eternal Altars to His Name!
Ador'd Him as a thing Divine,
And made a God of Him before His time!
But they Heav'ns mightiest Blessing did disown,
And strove (oh base reward!) in vain to blast His Naval Crown.

XIII.

The Tritans from the Marvels which they saw,
Did Omens of their Future homage draw;
They in the Hero view'd their coming King,
And from Their wonder fell to Worshipping.
And what before was to the victor due,
They to the Monarch doubly here renew.
The River Nymphs forsake their native streams,
And make their Court to happier Thames;
Their Pipes of Reeds and shelly Musick bring,
The Tritons play, while the young Naieds sing;
And all the listening shore along,
Of Jove! and Juno! was their Song.
Which oftentimes they did rehearse,
And Iô peans Crown'd the Verse!

XIV.

Jove for whom our Alters smoke,
Jove, whom Gods and Men invoke;
By whose sole power the laughing year
Rouls round the gilded Hemisphere;
Who do'st its easie paces move,
By the lost rule of Peace of Love:
Accept what we thy watery Subjects bring,
Oaken Garlands for our King,
Ever Green and flourishing!
Which thy Empire shall Proclaim
O're the Tributary Main;
See the Triumphant wreath's are drest
With all the shining Trophies of the East;
Such as remotest shores afford,
With which they own and greet their Lord;
By this gay tenure 'tis they hold
Their Rocks of Diamonds, and their Hills of Gold:
And thus acknowledge thus we pay
Great Jove! on this Thy solemn Holy-day.

XV.

But what at Sacred Juno's feet
Shall the Adoring Nymphs present?
Juno charming, chast and sweet,
The refuge of the Innocent:
The business of our pious Theames,
Our waking Bliss, our joy in Dreams;
The President of Vertuous Wives,
The bright example of the fair,
Whence Virgins learn their modest lives,
And Saints their pure Devotion there;
And all the Goddesses of less degree
Take a peculiar Majesty.
The humble softness of a mortal mind,
(Where all the Graces are confin'd)
With every Grandure of a Deity!
The noblest Songs from You their Beauties take,
Divinely you restore our fainting skill,
Inspire the chast and flowing quill,
Teach Poets how to sing! and Angels how to speak!
Oh what to Juno shall we pay
On this Her solemn Holy day!

XVI.

Ten Thousand Garlands from the stores
Of flowry Aromatick shores;
With shining Colours newly born,
All blooming Beauties of the Morn!
Gather'd before the Delphick God,
Or the soft Wind that gently breaths,
Had kist the tender Virgin Bud,
Had robb'd the sweetness from their leaves;
In mystick order these shall spread
The hollow'd ground, where Thou shalt tread,
And shed their Infant Odours round Thy Sacred head:
Ten Thousand Hearts all with soft wishes fill'd,
Chast as Thy Bosom, pure as is Thy Fame,
Ten Thousand Vows from Souls that yield
Eternal Adorations to Thy Name!
Let the contending Merchant strive
For Indian Pearls and Western Ore,
Those raffl'd Toys by which They thrive,
And sell their safties on the shore;
Unvalu'd trifles to a Power Divine,
To whom a wounded Heart is more
Than all the Ransackt World has laid before
Upon the Worshipt shrine!
These are the Tributes we devoutly pay
Great Juno on Her solemn Holy-day.

XVII.

While thus the Ravisht Nerieds Sung
The Echoes from the crowded shore,
Repeated the glad Musick o're;
And all the Banks with Acclamations rung,
Like well-tun'd Vollies with united Peals:
Which after rattle in the distant Sky,
Long live our Sacred King and Queen! they cry,
And all the vacant round with joyful murmer fills,
Repeating still the grateful noise
As fast as e're they could recharge the Voice;
The different shoutings of the Throng,
The Female Treble, and the Manly Base,
The dead flat Notes of the declining race,
Tun'd to the sharp ones of the young,
Compleats the noblest Musick of the Day:
And though each bore a different part,
'Twas all one Voice, and one united Heart,
Rejoyc'd, and blest the Monarch all the way.

XVIII.

Here let the Royal Pair a while repose
Oh thou impatient Muse!
Though loth as are my Eyes the bliss to lose;
Who never yet could satisfie their sight,
Which do's new life infuse,
When ever they repeat the true delight.
How oft, how silently, alas!
I glide, and hover round the awful place,
Like Fantoms, where their hidden Treasure lies;
Or hoping Lovers who at distance gaze,
And watch the tender Moments of their Mistress Eyes.
How e're I toil for Life all day,
With what e're cares my Soul's opprest,
Tis in that Sun-shine still I play,
Tis there my wearied Mind's at rest;
But oh Vicisitudes of Night must come
Between the rising Glories of the Sun!

XIX.

And now the Royal Robes are on,
But oh! what numbers can express
The Glory of the Sacred Dress!
Not the gay Planet, when he's hasting down,
Flowing and ruddy to his Thetis Bed,
And guilds the Sky with dazling Red:
Nor the soft Rays of new-born Light,
Or Heav'n in fancy e're was form'd so bright.
And now a vast Illustrious Train of Stars
Declares, great CYNTHIA first appears;
Those Stars who rule the Fortune, and the Fate,
Of all the Amorous, Brave, and Great:
For what e're Merit Nature gives,
'Tis by their influence alone it thrives;
So sparkling and so fair a Train,
Did ne're attend the Goddess o're the Aerial Plain;
The Conqu'ring Nymphs and Hero's there,
The Graces and the Worthy's mingled were;
Each would a noble Song require,
But I have Tun'd my joyful Lyre
Only for Royal Theams;
And the kind Flatterer sooths my heart,
And will no trembling Note impart
To any Musick, but the Charming Names
Of Sacred LAURA! Sacred JAMES.

XX.

She Comes—
Behold the Badge of Peace and Innocence!
The Ivory Scepter is in Triumph born,
So do's the Milky way advance
Before the Rising Morn;
A Hero more than half a God,
Whom all the Graces and the Charms Adorn;
Whom ev'ry Muse, and Vertue do's inspire,
Whom all the Witty, Great, and Good, admire,
Supports the awful Mystick Rod:
DORSET, whose Eyes with all the Beauties shone,
Which he in Love, and in Success puts on.
A carless Grandure, and a Generous Air,
Did over all the Lord of Hearts appear,
Eternal softness, and Eternal Wit:
His looks made good to day, all he e're spoke or Write.

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XXII.

And now loud Admirations fill the space,
And Hearts with nimbler Motions beat,
Behold the QUEEN the Raptur'd Crowds repeat!
She comes! She comes with a Triumphant Grace,
And all Heav'n opens in her Angel Face;
Bright were Her Beams, and all around they Shone,
And darted awful Fire to all the lookers on;
So heedless Lovers do with Cupids play.
'Till the Boys shoot and spoil their fancy'd Joy:
Thus all adorn'd with Sacred Beauty's Charms
Through the vast Christian Camp the fair INCHANTRESS Rode,
And where the noblest Warriers wond'ring stood,
Her killing eyes dealt their resistless harms;
Through the rough Male the subtle Light'ning plaid,
And the stern Heart to tenderness betray'd:
Her Love-drawn Chariot mov'd with solemn State,
While round it the adoring Princes wait,
With Sigh and Vows Petitioning their Fate;
But with this difference, while that Charmer strove
To take Revenge! in the soft snares of Love,
Ours, all Divine! by chance her Beauty's hurl'd,
And has without design subdu'd the World;
But oh! in vain is any likeness made,
'Tis Coppying of the Day! by Gloom and Shade.
The wonder that the Prophet did unfold,
When Heav'n in Revelation he survey'd,
And the Bright Woman did behold
In wond'rous Garments of the SUN Aray'd,
And underneath her feet the Moon subdu'd,
At this Divine Appearance seem'd renew'd.

XXIII.

A NYMPH the fairest ever shin'd in Courts,
NORFOLK the Generous, Gay, and Great,
To whom each Muse officiously resorts,
And with their Songs their Patron Mistress Greet,
To make the illustrious Train compleat;
The Sacred Robe supports.
Aided by young Diana's all as fair
As the coy Maid the amorous GOD pursu'd,
As Chast as she, as unsubdu'd;
Unsoyl'd even by the wanton wisp'ring Air.
No guilty though had ever spread
Their lovely Virgin Cheeks with Red,
No Lovers Sighs had blown the blushes there,
For all their Roses in the Bud appear.

XXIV.

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XXVI.

XXVII.

XXVIII.

Thus the great charge they to the Temple bring
There, not to make, but to confirm the King!
So the Triumphant Ark with Songs was born,
And sanctify'd the place it did Adorn!
And Lo—
The opening Scene of the third Heav'n appears,
Where Glory sits Enthron'd above the Stars;
Where no faint Mortal object meets the Eye,
But ev'ry where 'tis all Divine,
All Raptur'd Joy! all perfect Extasie;
Where Angels and Dominions joyn,
Where Principalities and Powers combine,
And round the Sacred Throne in wond'rous order shine.
Where every sense receives the full delight;
Seraphic Musick Charms the Ear:
The Eyes are Ravisht with incessant Light,
And Hallow'd Incese fills the perfum'd Air.
The Soul with Noblest touches blest,
Disdains the scanty confines of the breast,
And flatterers where emencer Glories play,
And greedily it feeds on Heav'nly joy!

XXIX.

Mistaken School-men, you who vainly strive
Just Notions of Eternal Bliss to give,
By dull comparison with things below,
Saphers, and Diamonds, Chrystal Gold, and Light;
By lessening Objects, time, and pains bestow
To Paint, what cannot be conceiv'd by sight.
Henceforth the Sacred Mansion to display,
(And tell us what you mean, by what ye say)
Describe Great JAMES, and LAURIA's Coronation Day!
Tell, how they sate Enthron'd with Rays of light,
What Hosts of Angels did Adore the sight.
Describe the Hallelujah's of the Crowd,
VVhen thrice with joyful cries they gave Assent aloud:
Tell, how the awful Monarch Mounted stood,
And by the best of Mortals make us guess the GOD.
Tell us, that so Mount SINAI's top He blest,
VVhen to his People he dispenc'd the Law,
VVhen shining Glories all the God-head drest,
And all below ador'd the wonder that they Saw!
And when the Ministering Powers yea would express,
Describe the Reverend Clergy in Pontifick dress.
And who would tell us how th'Almighty speaks,
When Angels bow with awful list'ning down!
From Ely's Sermon, the best Rhetorick takes;
Elly, that Ornament of the still Loyal Gown:
And when Heav'ns brightness ye would make appear,
Behold the QUEEN, and copy it all from Her.

XXX.