Europe's Revels For The Peace, And His Majesties Happy Return A Musical Interlude |
A PANEGYRICAL POEM ON His MAJESTY.As a PROLOGUE to this Interlude Spoken by Mr. Hodgson. |
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A PANEGYRICAL POEM ON His MAJESTY.As a PROLOGUE to this Interlude Spoken by Mr. Hodgson.
When
Britain welcomes her Returning Lord,
For Peace, for Freedom, for Himself Restor'd:
Our Joys shou'd, like our Blessings, be extreme,
And Praise shou'd wanton in its boundless Theme:
The King has found so many Ways to Bless,
What Muse can ev'n her private Debt express?
Let joyful Throngs then sing their Gain's Encrease,
Since Britain's Soul on War engender'd Peace;
Peace giv'n the World her Parent to Adorn,
Got in his Camp, and in his Palace Born.
Let others sing how He his Thunder hurl'd,
And prov'd, like Jove, the Umpire of the World;
How, ev'n opposing Foes, his Fame advance,
France shook the Globe, but William humbl'd France:
How wondring Kings from distant Empires came,
And found the Heroe greater than his Fame;
Ev'n when remote, like the Sun's active Ball,
Seeing, enliv'ning, and Controuling all;
King over Kings, by their free Choice assign'd,
Lord of his Fate, yet Master of his Mind;
By wise Delays, ev'n Master of his Foes,
Yet to the World's Command, preferring its Repose.
For Peace, for Freedom, for Himself Restor'd:
Our Joys shou'd, like our Blessings, be extreme,
And Praise shou'd wanton in its boundless Theme:
The King has found so many Ways to Bless,
What Muse can ev'n her private Debt express?
Let joyful Throngs then sing their Gain's Encrease,
Since Britain's Soul on War engender'd Peace;
Got in his Camp, and in his Palace Born.
Let others sing how He his Thunder hurl'd,
And prov'd, like Jove, the Umpire of the World;
How, ev'n opposing Foes, his Fame advance,
France shook the Globe, but William humbl'd France:
How wondring Kings from distant Empires came,
And found the Heroe greater than his Fame;
Ev'n when remote, like the Sun's active Ball,
Seeing, enliv'ning, and Controuling all;
King over Kings, by their free Choice assign'd,
Lord of his Fate, yet Master of his Mind;
By wise Delays, ev'n Master of his Foes,
Yet to the World's Command, preferring its Repose.
In Wonder lost, the Muses humble Train,
Wish'd but to sing how by his Toils they gain:
But how can Words our grateful Thoughts display?
Or what are Thoughts, such Blessings to repay?
Wish'd but to sing how by his Toils they gain:
But how can Words our grateful Thoughts display?
Or what are Thoughts, such Blessings to repay?
Born to give Liberty to each Degree;
He ev'n the Stage from Slav'ry's Yoke did free.
In an expensive War, with wondring Eyes,
The Muses saw New Theatres arise.
Wit from the Gen'rous, large Supplies receiv'd,
And ev'n the Play'rs, nay, ev'n the Poets liv'd:
Nor did the Sound of War disturb our Sports,
While he, for hard Campains, disclaim'd the Ease of Courts.
Oh! Now our Rest and Freedom are ensur'd,
May he enjoy the Pleasures he secur'd!
He ev'n the Stage from Slav'ry's Yoke did free.
In an expensive War, with wondring Eyes,
The Muses saw New Theatres arise.
And ev'n the Play'rs, nay, ev'n the Poets liv'd:
Nor did the Sound of War disturb our Sports,
While he, for hard Campains, disclaim'd the Ease of Courts.
Oh! Now our Rest and Freedom are ensur'd,
May he enjoy the Pleasures he secur'd!
Taught by the Vertuous Ruler of our Isle,
The Stage, Reform'd, has learnt a Chaster Style.
Ev'n with the Pious, 'twill at last be fam'd,
For Vertue cherisht, and for Vice reclaim'd:
Such Deeds in Peace, will prove the Monarch's Care,
Who, Boldly Wise, reform'd the Coyn in War.
Britain, it self a World, was first design'd
To free the Greater, then adorn Mankind:
Ease (Freedom's best Attendant) here will raise
In heighten'd Souls, the Noble Lust of Praise.
Royal Academies shall grace the Age,
And many Dorsets Patronize the Stage.
To William's Court, all Noble Arts will run;
The Muses move still Westward like the Sun.
His Fame by them, and They by him shall live,
He who gave Peace, will ev'ry Blessing give.
The Stage, Reform'd, has learnt a Chaster Style.
Ev'n with the Pious, 'twill at last be fam'd,
For Vertue cherisht, and for Vice reclaim'd:
Such Deeds in Peace, will prove the Monarch's Care,
Who, Boldly Wise, reform'd the Coyn in War.
Britain, it self a World, was first design'd
To free the Greater, then adorn Mankind:
Ease (Freedom's best Attendant) here will raise
In heighten'd Souls, the Noble Lust of Praise.
Royal Academies shall grace the Age,
And many Dorsets Patronize the Stage.
To William's Court, all Noble Arts will run;
The Muses move still Westward like the Sun.
His Fame by them, and They by him shall live,
He who gave Peace, will ev'ry Blessing give.
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