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

And his Illustrious Consort Queen Mary. By Mrs. Behn

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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!

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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!