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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>A
CONGRATULATION
To our newly re&s;tored
PARLIAMENT
OF THE
COMMON-VVEALTH
of <HI>ENGLAND.</HI></HEAD>
<L><HI>HAIL,</HI> Sacred Common-weal; for &s;ure thou art</L>
<L>The joy and comfort of each hone&s;t heart.</L>
<L>How wert thou clouded in thy Virgin-birth,</L>
<L>That made our <HI>Zion</HI> &s;oon lo&s;e all her mirth?</L>
<L>Thou fir&s;t-born of great <HI>Jove,</HI> and yet kept under</L>
<L>By &s;ons of Earth, which was our greate&s;t wonder;</L>
<L>But now it doth revive our hearts affection,</L>
<L>To &s;ee again thy much wi&s;ht re&s;urrection.</L>
<L>Can a true <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> heart now &s;ilent be,</L>
<L>Being freed from Bondage and from Tyrannie?</L>
<L>And will it not lowd 10 <HI>Paeans</HI> &s;ing?</L>
<L>And &s;hout forth prai&s;es to our Heavenly King?</L>
<L>What makes our Mu&s;es &s;ilent now to be</L>
<L>In this great change? Were all for Monarchie</L>
<L>In&s;pir'd and tun'd? <HI>Athens</HI> I'me &s;ure free State</L>
<L>Brought forth great Captains, as well men of pate.</L>
<L>Your Fountain's dry, or el&s;e your great <HI>Pan's</HI> dead,</L>
<L>Are all come life-le&s;&s;e &s;ourls ha'ing lo&s;t your head?</L>
<L>Or has the &s;econd birth of our Free-State</L>
<L>Sent ye all packing hence, and wrought your fate?</L>
<L>Some &s;ay that in a free-born Common-weal</L>
<L>Wits will increa&s;e, and come more liberal.</L>
<L>That all are &s;ilent &s;truck, I much admire;</L>
<L>Did Intere&s;t or gain your &s;ouls in&s;pire?</L>
<L>If your great <HI>Heroe</HI> were alive agen,</L>
<L>Hee'd little thank &s;uch mercenary men,</L>
<L>That clawd the Father, and when he was gon,</L>
<L>Eat up their words, and then for&s;ook his Son.</L>
<L>Sure it is ju&s;t that each one &s;hould inherit</L>
<L>The due reward of his great Acts and Merit.</L>
<L>And though great <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> vow'd <HI>Romes</HI> &s;lavery,</L>
<L>Yet <HI>Rome</HI> grew great by <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> gallantry:</L>
<L>His fault was <HI>Cae&s;ars,</HI> aiming at a Crown,</L>
<L>T'en&s;lave the Publick, tread our freedoms down.</L>
<L>But who would not of men a <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> be,</L>
<L>So &s;weet is Rule and Royal Soveraigntie?</L>
<L>But thanks Great Senators, who'd not forgot</L>
<L>Out Publick freedoms, nor the common Plot</L>
<L>Of the &s;tout Royali&s;ts both new and old,</L>
<L>That to en&s;lave us all were grown &s;o bold.</L>
<L>Ble&s;&s;ed be providence 'cau&s;e ye again up &s;tand</L>
<L>Without new Wars, by &s;mall help of mans hand.</L>
<L>Be wi&s;e then now ye Rulers, Ki&s;&s;e the Son,</L>
<L>Be not &s;elf-&s;eekers, but let all be don</L>
<L>In Righteon&s;ne&s;&s;e and Ju&s;tice unto all,</L>
<L>Then by the hands of foes you &s;hall not fall;</L>
<L>And let th'Oppre&s;&s;eds loads be laid a&s;ide;</L>
<L>Let tru&s;t and charge in hone&s;t hands re&s;ide.</L>
<L>So will you flouri&s;h, and the World &s;hall &s;ee</L>
<L>The righteous fruits of your new Olive-tree:</L>
<L>And then Ile &s;ay, predict and prophecy,</L>
<L>Your State will &s;tand to perpetuity.</L>
<CLOSER>So prayeth
<SIGNED>W. H.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed by <HI>J. T.</HI> in the year 1659.</P>
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