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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<HEAD>AN ANNIVERSARY POEM ON <HI>The Sixth of May,</HI> His ROYAL HIGHNESS miraculous Deliverance, then at Sea, from the Shipwreck of the <HI>GLOCESTER.</HI></HEAD>
<Q><L>Jamque Dies (ni fallor) ade&s;t quem &s;emper acerbum</L>
<L>Semper honor atum (&s;ic Dii volui&s;tis) habebo.</L></Q>
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<L>NO Art, no change of Pencils can di&s;play</L>
<L>The Checquer'd Fate of this important Day;</L>
<L>Nor knows the Mu&s;e what Numbers to im|ploy</L>
<L>Sufficient for its Grief, and for its Joy.</L>
<L>Con&s;ulting Heaven determin'd to re&s;tore</L>
<L>Our Royal Heroe to the longing Shore,</L>
<L>Which fixt Decree no Chance could countermand,</L>
<L>Nor Wind, nor Wave, nor more de&s;tructive Sand,</L>
<L>Nor all the crying Guilt and impious Rage</L>
<L>Of a mo&s;t factious and ingrateful Age:</L>
<L>Which yet in part the Ble&s;&s;ing did de&s;troy,</L>
<L>Nor could our Crimes admit the perfect Joy;</L>
<L>But while we triumph in his wi&s;ht Return,</L>
<L>Are forc'd his Follow'rs di&s;mal Wreck to mourn.</L>
<L>Vain were the Mu&s;e would labour to expre&s;s</L>
<L>That fatal Hours un&s;peakable di&s;tre&s;s;</L>
<L>Be&s;ides if any Words &s;uch Grief could fit,</L>
<L>At be&s;t 'twere impious Art, and cruel Wit,</L>
<L>'Twere &s;in to bring the mournful Scene in view,</L>
<L>And wound our pious Heroes Heart anew.</L>
<L>Too much the pangs that then did rend his Bre&s;t,</L>
<L>Ev'n by his &s;avage Foes mu&s;t be confe&s;t!</L>
<L>Such Agony that minute &s;eiz'd his mind,</L>
<L>He thought the Care, that &s;av'd his Life, unkind!</L>
<L>Ye mighty Spirits, you that then expir'd,</L>
<L>With Minds for any brave Adventure fir'd,</L>
<L>Let not your Gho&s;ts repine that you did yield</L>
<L>To &s;uch tame Fate, without a Foe in Field,</L>
<L>Without a Price for &s;uch Heroick Breath,</L>
<L>And Standards &s;eiz'd to &s;ignalize your Death,</L>
<L>Without the Trophees of the Souldiers Toil,</L>
<L>Whole Groves of En&s;igns gain'd, and Hills of Spoil;</L>
<L>Let no &s;uch thought, great Souls, your joys &s;uppre&s;s,</L>
<L>Or make the happy Fields delight you le&s;s,</L>
<L>Such Honours were to former Worthies known,</L>
<L>And every Age has Spoils and Trophies &s;hown;</L>
<L>But this new &s;ilent Method of your Fate,</L>
<L>Renown yet unrecorded does create.</L>
<L>While you from thence unequall'd Glory claim,</L>
<L>And &s;tand unrivall'd in the Roll of Fame.</L>
<L>Let then, bright Minds, Applau&s;e &s;o va&s;t as this,</L>
<L>Reach to your World of Joy, and rai&s;e your Bli&s;s.</L>
<L>Re&s;t pleas'd, that ere you peri&s;h'd, you could &s;ee</L>
<L>Your Royal Ma&s;ter from the Wreck &s;et free,</L>
<L>That you his &s;afety hail'd with late&s;t Breath,</L>
<L>And had his Tears to con&s;ecrate your Death.</L>
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<L>Next for the &s;catter'd Remnant &s;carce &s;ecur'd,</L>
<L>From that &s;ad Lot their Noble Mates endur'd,</L>
<L>While lab'ring Heav'n no Miracles did &s;pare</L>
<L>To &s;econd their indulgent Ma&s;ters Care,</L>
<L>Let Angels &s;ing the Goodne&s;s he expre&s;t,</L>
<L>Condol'd their Suff'rings and their Wants redre&s;t;</L>
<L>While &s;uch Supplies his Bounty did convey,</L>
<L>As almo&s;t heal'd the Ruines of the Day.</L>
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<L>Such Virtue did <HI>Aeneas</HI> Bre&s;t imploy,</L>
<L>Once more pre&s;erving the Remains of <HI>Troy,</HI></L>
<L>His &s;catter'd Troop collecting on the Shore,</L>
<L>Sav'd now from Flouds, as from the Flames before.</L>
<L>O for a <HI>Maro</HI> of this Age, to rai&s;e</L>
<L>With equal Ver&s;e our equal Heroes prai&s;e!</L>
<L>Nor &s;hall &s;ucceeding Times the Work di&s;claim,</L>
<L>That &s;peaks great <HI>JAMES</HI> his Suff'rings and his Fame.</L>
<L>How do I cur&s;e the Mu&s;e my Youth withdrew</L>
<L>From gainful Science to the Chiming Crew:</L>
<L>Yet when on his lov'd Name &s;he lends her Aid,</L>
<L>I ble&s;s my Lot, and think my Griefs repaid!</L>
<L>Soon as you plea&s;e, ye Pow'rs, my Frame confound,</L>
<L>Blend me with Brother-In&s;ects in the Ground;</L>
<L>Di&s;&s;olve your Wretch, the Times and Fortunes Slave,</L>
<L>O'r-pre&s;t with Wrongs, and &s;tretching for the Grave:</L>
<L>For ever &s;hroud me in the &s;ilent Clay,</L>
<L>No more the Scorn of Fools, and Villains Prey;</L>
<L>Forgetting and Forgotten by Mankind,</L>
<L>Giv'n All to Fate, no Atom left behind,</L>
<L>But oh! whatever Songs of mine are grac't</L>
<L>With <HI>JAMES</HI> his Deeds, let their Remembrance la&s;t!</L>
<L>To them, kind Heav'n, immortal Ages give,</L>
<L>Let me be lo&s;t, but let tho&s;e Numbers live.</L>
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<P><HI>LONDON:</HI> Printed for <HI>Jo. Hindmar&s;h</HI> Book&s;eller to his Royal Highne&s;s, at the Black Bull in <HI>Cornhil.</HI></P>
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