A Congratulatory poem to the King's Most Sacred Majesty On the Happy birth of the Prince of Wales. By Mrs. A. Behn |
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A CONGRATULATORY POEM
TO THE King's Most Sacred Majesty, On the Happy BIRTH of the PRINCE of WALES. By Mrs. A. BEHN.
Joy to the Greatest MONARCH of the Earth!
As many Joys as this Illustrious BIRTH
Has Elevated Hearts! As Endless too,
As are the VOWS we Offer up for You.
“Oh Happy KING! to whom a SON is Born!
“What more cou'd Heaven for this Bless'd Land perform?
As many Joys as this Illustrious BIRTH
Has Elevated Hearts! As Endless too,
As are the VOWS we Offer up for You.
“Oh Happy KING! to whom a SON is Born!
“What more cou'd Heaven for this Bless'd Land perform?
Long with Prophetick Fire, Resolv'd and Bold,
Your Glorious FATE and FORTUNE I foretold.
I saw the Stars that did attend Your REIGN,
And how they Triumph'd o'er Great Charles's Wain.
Far off I saw this HAPPY DAY Appear;
This Jubilee, not known this Fifty Year.
This Day, foretold, (Great SIR!) that gives you more
Than even Your Glorious Virtues did before.
Your Glorious FATE and FORTUNE I foretold.
I saw the Stars that did attend Your REIGN,
And how they Triumph'd o'er Great Charles's Wain.
Far off I saw this HAPPY DAY Appear;
This Jubilee, not known this Fifty Year.
This Day, foretold, (Great SIR!) that gives you more
Than even Your Glorious Virtues did before.
No MONARCH's Birth was ever Usher'd in
With Signs so Fortunate as this has been.
The Holy Trinity his BIRTH-DAY claims,
Who to the World their best Lov'd Blessings sends.
Guarded he comes, in Triumph over FATE,
And all the Shining HOST around him wait.
Angels and Saints, that do his Train Adorn,
In Hallelujahs Sing, A KING IS BORN!
Blest MARGARET, Scotlands Royal Saint and Queen,
The last Great Branch of all the Saxon Line,
Waits on this HAPPY BIRTH, and does Declare
He, in her Right to Saxons, is the HEIR.
In the Fam'd Room, by happy Fate brought forth,
Where Two Illustrious KINGS receiv'd their Birth.
With Signs so Fortunate as this has been.
The Holy Trinity his BIRTH-DAY claims,
Who to the World their best Lov'd Blessings sends.
Guarded he comes, in Triumph over FATE,
And all the Shining HOST around him wait.
Angels and Saints, that do his Train Adorn,
In Hallelujahs Sing, A KING IS BORN!
Blest MARGARET, Scotlands Royal Saint and Queen,
The last Great Branch of all the Saxon Line,
He, in her Right to Saxons, is the HEIR.
In the Fam'd Room, by happy Fate brought forth,
Where Two Illustrious KINGS receiv'd their Birth.
The LESSONS for This Day, by Chance Divine,
Appear'd as they were Order'd by Design.
The First, the Holy PROPHET did Unfold
When he the Birth of the MESSIAH told.
The Words are These; His Fan is in his Hand,
And he shall throughly purge the Floor or Land,
Gathering the Wheat into the Granary:
Then all One FAITH, at least One SOUL shall be.
Appear'd as they were Order'd by Design.
The First, the Holy PROPHET did Unfold
When he the Birth of the MESSIAH told.
The Words are These; His Fan is in his Hand,
And he shall throughly purge the Floor or Land,
Gathering the Wheat into the Granary:
Then all One FAITH, at least One SOUL shall be.
“The ANGEL next the PATRIARCH did Inform,
“That ISAAC, Chosen ISAAC, shou'd be Born.
“That ISAAC, Chosen ISAAC, shou'd be Born.
ASTROLOGERS Divine! that when the Sun
Is Mounted to his Full Meridian,
'Tis Lucky to be Born; and does Portend
Long Life, that can by no Misfortune end.
Thus, in his Summer-Solstice views the Light,
Breaks out, and makes our Longest Day more Bright.
Is Mounted to his Full Meridian,
'Tis Lucky to be Born; and does Portend
Long Life, that can by no Misfortune end.
Thus, in his Summer-Solstice views the Light,
Breaks out, and makes our Longest Day more Bright.
Methinks I hear the Belgick LION Roar,
And Lash his Angry Tail against the Shore.
Inrag'd to hear a PRINCE OF WALES is Born:
Whose BROWS his Boasted Laurels shall Adorn.
Whose Angel FACE already does express
His Foreign CONQUESTS, and Domestick PEACE.
While in his Awful little EYES we Fin'd
He's of the Brave, and the Forgiving KIND.
And Lash his Angry Tail against the Shore.
Inrag'd to hear a PRINCE OF WALES is Born:
Whose BROWS his Boasted Laurels shall Adorn.
Whose Angel FACE already does express
His Foreign CONQUESTS, and Domestick PEACE.
While in his Awful little EYES we Fin'd
He's of the Brave, and the Forgiving KIND.
All Joy Great QUEEN!—if to your Happy Store
Our Grateful Pray'rs, and Wishes can add more.
Your Blest DELIVERANCE to Congratulate,
The Adoring World is Prostrate at your Feet.
Where TEARS of Joy, and Humble VERSE I lay
Too mean a Trophy for this GLORIOUS DAY:
Inspir'd by Nothing but Prophetick Truth,
They Boast no other Fire, no other Worth.
Full of the JOY, no LINES Correct can write,
My Pleasure's too Extream for Thought or Wit.
Charm'd to Excess, alass! I strive in Vain,
In Scanty VERSE my Transports to Explain
Too Vast for Narrow NUMBERS to Contain.
Our Grateful Pray'rs, and Wishes can add more.
Your Blest DELIVERANCE to Congratulate,
The Adoring World is Prostrate at your Feet.
Where TEARS of Joy, and Humble VERSE I lay
Too mean a Trophy for this GLORIOUS DAY:
Inspir'd by Nothing but Prophetick Truth,
They Boast no other Fire, no other Worth.
Full of the JOY, no LINES Correct can write,
My Pleasure's too Extream for Thought or Wit.
Charm'd to Excess, alass! I strive in Vain,
In Scanty VERSE my Transports to Explain
Too Vast for Narrow NUMBERS to Contain.
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