 | A Pindarick poem on the happy coronation Of His most Sacred Majesty James II
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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.
| A Pindarick poem on the happy coronation Of His most Sacred Majesty James II
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