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<HEAD>On the Arrival of His Royal Highne&s;s THE DUKE INTO ENGLAND <HI>A Congratulatory POEM.</HI></HEAD>
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<L>NOw Heaven Smiles; Our Clouded Orb looks bright:</L>
<L>The Sun's return'd, and has di&s;pell'd our Night.</L>
<L>Rejoyce all Loyal Souls: Let all this I&s;le,</L>
<L>Be Cover'd with an Univer&s;al Smile.</L>
<L>Great <HI>JAMES</HI> is come! Ble&s;t be the Happy Day,</L>
<L>That did His wi&s;ht-for Per&s;on &s;afe Convey.</L>
<L>Our Hearts, the Limits of our Brea&s;ts, o'erflow,</L>
<L>And oft for pa&s;&s;age to our Mouths do go,</L>
<L>Eager His Princely Per&s;on for to meet,</L>
<L>And to lie pro&s;trate at His Royal Feet.</L>
<L>Let all His Foes (tho' Foes without a Cau&s;e)</L>
<L>Look back a while, and on His Actions pau&s;e:</L>
<L>Enumerate all His Virtues; Glories, Name,</L>
<L>Then &s;ay why they &s;uch Goodne&s;s did prophane,</L>
<L>And &s;trove with Slander to Eclip&s;e His Fame.</L>
<L>May all that wou'd His Glories &s;o decrea&s;e,</L>
<L>Or cea&s;e to be, or to be Envious cea&s;e.</L>
<L>May they in Shame hang down their Hated Head;</L>
<L>And never rai&s;e 'um till their Rancour's dead.</L>
<L>Ungrateful Men! What Hazards did He Shun?</L>
<L>How oft to Death and Danger did He Run?</L>
<L>To Save your Lives, and Liberties Secure,</L>
<L>What Hard&s;hips, and what Mi&s;eries Endure?</L>
<L>How oft His Royal Per&s;on too Expo&s;e,</L>
<L>Amid&s;t (except your Selves) His greate&s;t Foes?</L>
<L>When He from <HI>HOLLAND</HI> fraught with Triumphs came,</L>
<L>And Fame had taught the World no other Name,</L>
<L>Then your Acknowledgments you did Expre&s;s,</L>
<L>To His va&s;t Conduct ow'd your Happine&s;s.</L>
<L>Then Caps flew up, and Brimmers too were fill'd;</L>
<L>His Health went round, and not a Drop was &s;pill'd;</L>
<L>But in the Fulne&s;s of your Flowing Bowls,</L>
<L>You &s;how'd the Gladne&s;s of your well-pleas'd Souls.</L>
<L>Now Silent as the Night all hu&s;ht you lye,</L>
<L>(Unknown unto your Selves the Rea&s;on why)</L>
<L>And let (Oh! Shame to &s;peak it!) Gratitude to dye.</L>
<L>Yet all Untainted Loyal Hearts do Sing,</L>
<L>Welcom, <HI>GREAT SIR,</HI> Dear Brother of our <HI>KING.</HI></L>
<L>Welcom to us; &s;uch Hearty Welcom, SIR,</L>
<L>As Wealth t'th' Poor, or Re&s;t t'th' Traveller,</L>
<L>Or to the Death-beleager'd his Deliverer.</L>
<L>Yet farther Welcom, which no Good Man controuls,</L>
<L>Welcom as Paradi&s;e is to our Souls:</L>
<L>May they who to Your Welcom don't agree,</L>
<L>There find no Welcom, but excluded be.</L>
<L>We're &s;o tran&s;ported at Your Glorious Sight,</L>
<L>We're lo&s;t in Exta&s;ie, and va&s;t Delight:</L>
<L>Our Souls do Ble&s;s You where&s;oe'er You go;</L>
<L>To You we all do Veneration owe.</L>
<L>To Grace Your Mind as Heav'n took &s;pecial Care,</L>
<L>So did it too to make Your Body Rare.</L>
<L>Joy of our Eyes, our Minds chief Darling too,</L>
<L>Let all that wou'd be Truly Great, Copy You.</L>
<L>Oh that I were In&s;pir'd! that I might tell</L>
<L>How oft our Mighty <HI>HERO</HI> did Excell</L>
<L>In Glorious Acts! How oft His Warlike Arm</L>
<L>His Enemies did Defeat, and Country Charm!</L>
<L>But all His Godlike Acts no Tongue can tell,</L>
<L>For they're &s;o great, they are Ineffable.</L>
<L>Our Dazl<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">td Sen&s;e can't all His Glories &s;ee,</L>
<L>They are too &s;trong for our Humanity:</L>
<L>'Tis Heav'n that be&s;tow'd 'um be&s;t can tell,</L>
<L>For they're to us Incomprehen&s;ible.</L>
<L>When from His Royal Brother came Command,</L>
<L>That He forthwith &s;hould Quit His Native Land,</L>
<L>And to &s;ome Foreign Shore Him&s;elf Convey,</L>
<L>Being all Obedience, &s;traight withdrew away.</L>
<L>Scarce was it &s;poke, but He forthwith Obey'd;</L>
<L>Nor was there any Murmuring Que&s;tion made;</L>
<L>But as the Meane&s;t, Poore&s;t Subject, He</L>
<L>His Duty &s;how'd, and Brother's Soveraigntie.</L>
<L>Immen&s;e Obedience! Ne'er to be forgot,</L>
<L>Nor in Oblivion's Grave unthought of rot;</L>
<L>But to's Immortal Fame and Glory be</L>
<L>Recorded left to all Po&s;terity.</L>
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<L>Let <HI>LONDON</HI> Ring till't Eccho on the <HI>THAMES,</HI></L>
<L>Long Live the <HI>KING,</HI> and's Royal Brother <HI>JAMES.</HI></L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>G. K.</HI> MDCLXXX.</P>
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