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