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<NAME>Elspeth Healey</NAME>
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<HEAD>GREAT NEWS FROM WESTMINSTER, Or a CONGRATULATION upon The happy ASSEMBLING Of the Lords and Commons IN PARLIAMENT.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">According to his Maje&s;ties Prorogation of the 26th of this in&s;tant <HI>January,</HI> 1679.</HEAD>
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<L>ALL Haile great I&s;le, &s;till may thy Fame increa&s;e,</L>
<L>Glorious in Arms, no le&s;s renown'd in Peace;</L>
<L>Let &s;acred Hallows now thy Joys proclaim,</L>
<L>Since thy great Councils, who have rais'd thy Name</L>
<L>Above the Nations that inclo&s;e thee round,</L>
<L>With &s;acred Laws, which like pure Streams abound</L>
<L>In all the Corners of thy plea&s;ing Soil,</L>
<L>Are once more met ro chear the After-toil;</L>
<L>And rai&s;e thy &s;afety to &s;o high a pitch,</L>
<L>That it &s;hall &s;ore beyond pale Envies reach.</L>
<L>Now Tyrant-<HI>Romes</HI> Contrivings are in vain,</L>
<L>Who&s;e B<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">ood &s;hot Eyes have look'd on thee with pain.</L>
<L>The Parliament, who, next Heav'n and thy King,</L>
<L>Is the bright Fountain, whence thy Houours &s;pring.</L>
<L>Who&s;e mighty Wi&s;dome like &s;ome Angel Guide&punc;</L>
<L>Has kept thee Cha&s;t in &s;pight of all their Pride.</L>
<L>What Hells black Legions could devi&s;e, or State,</L>
<L>To hurry on thy yet unwilling Fate;</L>
<L>Great Councils &s;acred, who&s;e Bright wings have fann'd</L>
<L>With whol&s;ome Airs, &s;o oft this fainting Land;</L>
<L>And rais'd her dying hope&punc; ev'n from the Grave,</L>
<L>When 'twas &s;uppos'd there was no power to &s;ave,</L>
<L>Nay more, five hundred years, like <HI>Moi&s;es</HI> &s;tood</L>
<L>It'h Gap, to &s;ave the &s;hedding precious Blood;</L>
<L>Or like re&s;toring Balm, to heal the Wound,</L>
<L>Made wide by Factions, and to <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ender &s;ound</L>
<L>This mighty Ma&s;s, with fatal whirlwinds Rent,</L>
<L>Which had de&s;troy'd it, had they not giv'n Vent;</L>
<L>And blow'n <HI>Romes</HI> Thunders back, which in dark Clouds.</L>
<L>Bore &s;wift&punc; de&s;truction whil&s;t there &s;warm'd in Crouds;</L>
<L>The dreadful Locu&s;ts from the &s;mokeing Pit,</L>
<L>And Bath'd in Blood, &s;uppos'd on Thrones to &s;it;</L>
<L>And brood &s;uch Trea&s;ons as amaz'd Mankind,</L>
<L>Who&s;e equals Hell is at a lo&s;s to find.</L>
<L>Yet by the Wi&s;dom of a Parliament,</L>
<L>The&s;e were unma<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">k'd, and back to <HI>Babel</HI> &s;ent,</L>
<L>The Nations Choice, and greate&s;t Happine&s;s,</L>
<L>Whom Heav'n a&s;&s;ign'd, when he de&s;ign'd to ble&s;s;</L>
<L>The long lov'd Monarchs of this cho&s;en I&s;le,</L>
<L>Whom we mo&s;t Ju&s;t, the Land of Promi&s;e &s;tile.</L>
<L>That &s;o they might the Sword of Ju&s;tice bear,</L>
<L>When Guarded by the Peoples Vigill Care;</L>
<L>From all approaching Dangers, or the Frowns,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Romes</HI> Grand Tribe, tho&s;e Enemies to Crowns.</L>
<L>Who&s;e late Con&s;piracies had Ruine made,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>Englands</HI> mighty Charter had been la<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">d;</L>
<L>Supinely in the Du&s;t, aud all things turn'd,</L>
<L>Into Confu&s;ion or to A&s;hes burn'd.</L>
<L>But Oh! Let <HI>Brittain</HI> Grateful Anthems &s;ing,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t &s;he with Peace injoys her &s;acred King;</L>
<L>Who&s;e prudent Care next Heaven<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> protecting hand,</L>
<L>Has fix'd the Rock on which the Kingdoms &s;tand;</L>
<L>Where like wi&s;e Architects, in the De&s;ign,</L>
<L>The Lords and Commons both Obedient Join;</L>
<L>To fini&s;h what Heaven s Viceroy did begin,</L>
<L>And bla&s;t the Councils of that Man of Sin:</L>
<L>Who&s;e haughty In&s;olence pre&s;umes to tread,</L>
<L>Upon tho&s;e Princes he has Captive lead;</L>
<L>And &s;ends his Serpents hi&s;&s;ing round the Globe,</L>
<L>With poi&s;ons &s;uck'd from his infectious Robe;</L>
<L>To Sprinckle it, and &s;o pollute the Earth,</L>
<L>With Rapes and Trea&s;ons of &s;uch Mon&s;trous Birth,</L>
<L>That nought but <HI>Englands</HI> healing Synod cou'd,</L>
<L>Have &s;topt the Torrent e're it flow'd with Bloud;</L>
<L>Or check the boiling Rage when &s;well'd &s;o great,</L>
<L>That each black moment roul'd on &s;torms of Fate.</L>
<L>Then &s;ince our &s;acred Monarck has been pleas'd,</L>
<L>To call again that Council which has eas'd,</L>
<L>The weighty Grievances that have prevail'd,</L>
<L>And rais'd new hopes when Expectation fail'd;</L>
<L>Therefore with Joy, let &s;miling <HI>England</HI> &s;ay,</L>
<L>She now has &s;een the long wi&s;h'd happy day;</L>
<L>In which the Pillars of her &s;afety met,</L>
<L>Re&s;olving all in her behalf to bet,</L>
<L>The utmo&s;t of their Fortunes, and what more,</L>
<L>(For their dear Countries &s;ake) remains in Store.</L>
<L>So our revived hopes may now ari&s;e,</L>
<L>And wing'd with Joy, tran&s;cend the Chri&s;tal Skies.</L>
<L>Whil&s;t mighty <HI>Charles,</HI> in Royal Robes Array'd;</L>
<L>On Seats of &s;plended Maje&s;ty has made</L>
<L>His &s;acred plea&s;ure known, that all the Land,</L>
<L>May own his Wi&s;e, his Great and Ju&s;t Command.</L>
<L>So that Eternal Union may en&s;ue,</L>
<L>And Loyal Subjects pay their Homage due;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t everla&s;ting Glories waite upon,</L>
<L>His Royal Self, his Kingdoms and his Throne.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed by <HI>D. M.</HI> 1679.</P>
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