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<NAME>Emma Leeson Huber</NAME>
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<HEAD>On his Royal Highne&s;s's Return</HEAD>
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<L>THey who oppo&s;e your Right unto the Crown,</L>
<L>Would, had they pow'r, pull Monarchy quite down:</L>
<L>'Tis not, &s;o qualifi'd they would have one</L>
<L>Of this, or that Religion, on the Throne;</L>
<L>No, no, we know their minds, they would have none,</L>
<L>The men that lately kept from <HI>Charles</HI> his due,</L>
<L>Now promi&s;e fair to dis-inherit you;</L>
<L>They who explode your Right, to make us &s;laves,</L>
<L>Are not Pre&s;umptive, but Apparent Knaves:</L>
<L>By our Di&s;&s;entions they would &s;mooth their way,</L>
<L>And from Contenders hope to &s;natch the Prey.</L>
<L>But &s;uch men &s;eldom in the end can boa&s;t,</L>
<L>They threaten loud, but &s;till their Cau&s;e is lo&s;t</L>
<L>In &s;uch affairs, they'll find it to their co&s;t.</L>
<L>Still the old Cheat, Religion is the cry,</L>
<L>And made the Ram to batter Monarchy;</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e they de&s;erve, they fear the &s;marting Rod,</L>
<L>And mo&s;t Religiou&s;ly di&s;tru&s;t their God.</L>
<L>Envy at Regal Sway, (Ah it is &s;ad)</L>
<L>And Zeal mis-guided made tho&s;e Bill-men mad:</L>
<L>The&s;e took ra&s;h mea&s;ures, and did ill advi&s;e;</L>
<L>But without jealou&s;ie or wrong &s;urmi&s;e,</L>
<L>The future will prove Loyal, Calm, and Wi&s;e.</L>
<L>To us it cannot but a&s;&s;urance bring,</L>
<L>That a good Man can make as good a King.</L>
<L>Factious de&s;ign, and damn'd Plebeian rage,</L>
<L>Does to no mean degree di&s;tract the Age,</L>
<L>VVhil&s;t Grand Di&s;turbers, private lie in wait.</L>
<L>And watch the tott'ring of our &s;ettled State.</L>
<L>But can we be &s;uch Sheep, &s;uch carele&s;s Elves,</L>
<L>Not to beware the Wolves among our &s;elves?</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Bea&s;ts of Prey, that lurk in a di&s;gui&s;e,</L>
<L>That wear our skins; 'tis there our danger lies:</L>
<L>Again&s;t their Brother-Wolves they rai&s;e the cry,</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e their Addre&s;&s;es are not half &s;o &s;lie.</L>
<L>A Papi&s;t &s;eems a Papi&s;t to our &s;ight,</L>
<L>But our Fanatick, 'cau&s;e he would not fright,</L>
<L>Daubs o'er the Devil like a Child of Light.</L>
<L>But Ah! great Sir, where you &s;hould &s;till Command,</L>
<L>You, like a Stranger, vi&s;it your own Land;</L>
<L>You for a moment Tantalize our &s;ight,</L>
<L>Then, like the ab&s;ent <HI>Sun,</HI> you give us night:</L>
<L>But 'tis the ready way, we mu&s;t confe&s;s,</L>
<L>To make us know and prize our happine&s;s;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t all do &s;uffer, for the faulty few,</L>
<L><HI>England</HI> mu&s;t lo&s;e it &s;elf in lo&s;ing you.</L>
<L>But to <HI>Great Britain</HI> come&mdash;</L>
<L>May you in highe&s;t &s;plendor live, and be</L>
<L>Happy and &s;afe, Great Sir, in One of Three.</L>
<L>Sir, may your Right no otherwi&s;e prove vain,</L>
<L>Than by the length of our Great CHARLES his Reign.</L>
<L>We cannot, Sir, but prove a happy Nation;</L>
<L>One bli&s;s enjoy'd, another in expectation.</L>
<L>There but remains this great Truth in the clo&s;e,</L>
<L>Your Virtue'nd Courage, Sir, the whole World knows,</L>
<L>And y' are born for Conque&s;t o'er your Foes.</L>
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