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<HEAD><HI>Englands</HI> Happine&s;s Re&s;tored, OR A CONGRATULATION Upon the Return of his GRACE James Duke of Monmouth, On <HI>Thur&s;day</HI> night <DATE>the 27th of this in&s;tant <HI>November</HI> 1679.</DATE></HEAD>
<L>GReat <HI>Britai<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">'s</HI> I&s;le, Commandre&s;s of the Flood,</L>
<L>Who ha&s;t &s;o long the boa&s;t of <HI>Europe</HI> &s;tood.</L>
<L>Happy &s;ince Warlike <HI>Monmouth</HI> long Exile'd,</L>
<L>Is to his Royal Father reconcil'd:</L>
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<L>Dreadful in Arm that Glorious Prnice once more,</L>
<L>Is Landed &s;afe on thy Triumphant &s;hore.</L>
<L>Whom Seas and Wind<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> we<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">e joyful to re&s;tore:</L>
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<L>On dauncinng Waves the Watery Syreans Sung,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t Auziar Trytons drove his Yatch along.</L>
<L>Striving to ha&s;te him, &s;o long wi&s;h't for home,</L>
<L>His Countries &s;hield and Scourg to Tyrant <HI>Rome:</HI></L>
<L>A Prince who&s;e Soul's of Virtues all compil'd,</L>
<L>In Camps like Thunder, and in Courts &s;o mild.</L>
<L>That Nature &s;tood amaz'd when he was given,</L>
<L>To &s;ee him made of Kindred Mould to Heaven;</L>
<L>Which &s;heves him, <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> off'pring and the Son,</L>
<L>Of mighty Charles, who&s;e Glories &s;till run on.</L>
<L>And &s;hine like Stars, &s;ince fir&s;t his Reign began,</L>
<L>In &s;pight of Hell or Vile Con&s;piring Man.</L>
<L>But when Obedient <HI>Monmouth</HI> left the Land,</L>
<L>In order to his Fathers great Command.</L>
<L>The Throne was Clouded with unu&s;ial fear.</L>
<L>And all the Vulgars hopes did di&s;appear:</L>
<L>The Skies in Sable Mourn'd for his retreat,</L>
<L>Whom Arms and Glory rendred &s;o compleat.</L>
<L>Fames darling and the Noble&s;t of his Age;</L>
<L>That Treads the Compa&s;s of the Worlds va&s;t Stage,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t &s;miling Honours Sprinkled on his Brow,</L>
<L>And from htis Soul does Tides of greatne&s;s Flow.</L>
<L>Heroick Virtues, his attendants are,</L>
<L>And <HI>O fars</HI> Fortunes waight on him i War,</L>
<L>His high renown borne on the Wings of Fame.</L>
<L>Has made the Nations &s;tarte<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> where it came:</L>
<L>Whil&s;t that the God of Battel marked his Eye,</L>
<L>And where it aim'd &s;ent fullflu&s;h'd Victory.</L>
<L>His dazling lu&s;ter awed his proude&s;t Foes,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t round about he Warlike Terrour throwes:</L>
<L>This is the great Soul <HI>Monmouth,</HI> he who&s;e Sword;</L>
<L>Such brave Atchevivements dares, and can afford:</L>
<L>Without once Pau&s;ing his Heroick Blood,</L>
<L>For his great Father, and his Countries good.</L>
<L>Rejoyce then happy land &s;ince &s;uch brave worth</L>
<L>If need requires will lead thy Armies forth,</L>
<L>Let Rocks be Split, and Waters break their bounds</L>
<L>WhiI&s;t Thundering Peals of joyful Ecchoes &s;ound,</L>
<L>To &s;ee the Royal Father &s;milling on.</L>
<L>The &s;afe Arival of his Warlike Son:</L>
<L>Now let tho&s;e cares and fears who late did &s;hroud</L>
<L>Our Sun-&s;hine joy be vani&s;h'd to a Cloud.</L>
<L>That Bells, and Fires, and Thundering Cannons may.</L>
<L>Dcclare the joyful Triumph of the day;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t envious <HI>Rome,</HI> her hi&s;&s;ing Snakes laies by,</L>
<L>And grieves to &s;ee &s;ucce&s;sle&s;s Trea&s;ons die.</L>
<L>And all her proud infernal thoughts expire:</L>
<L>Which &s;he conceived when <HI>Monmouth</HI> did retire,</L>
<L>That Dragons rage who fain would <HI>England</HI> &s;poil.</L>
<L>And &s;tretch'd on Racks, with flame her Marters broil.</L>
<L>Great <HI>Monmouth's</HI> Sword, if not his Name can Quel,</L>
<L>And drive tho&s;e Mon&s;ters, lately loos'd from Hell:</L>
<L>(And like <HI>Pandora</HI>'s Box, of Evils Hurl'd;</L>
<L>To Plague the Civil Nations of the World,</L>
<L>Down to the dreadful Place from whence they came,</L>
<L>And make them Plunge into their Primal Flame;</L>
<L>Fate now thy wor&s;t, Heroick <HI>Monmouth's</HI> come,</L>
<L>The hopes of <HI>England,</HI> and of Chri&s;tendom:</L>
<L>May his Great Fathers anger never Ri&s;e!</L>
<L>Again&s;t a Son, that does Obedience Prize,</L>
<L>Verteous and good, beyond what wee expre&s;s.</L>
<L>Noble by Nature, and by Art no le&s;s:</L>
<L>Where all the&s;e Vertues in a Prince doth Croud;</L>
<L>Let envy Fly before him like a Cloud,</L>
<L>So bright in Honour, and in Armes &s;o Great.</L>
<L>Heav'n Gaurds him &s;till from all the &s;torms of Fate:</L>
<L>And fre&s;h blown wonders &s;o tran&s;plendent prove;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t &s;till he floats on Tides of &s;tronge&s;t love,</L>
<L>May &s;acred Hollows now &s;uround his Head.</L>
<L>And loud Mouth'd Fame through boundle&s;s Nations &s;pread,</L>
<L>The joy of Albion, and the happy day.</L>
<L>Since Clouds remov'd once more her Star-like ray,</L>
<L>Sends out his Gli&s;ter to the Frozen North:</L>
<L>And great Soul'd <HI>Mars,</HI> for its defence &s;tands forth.</L>
<L>Who ro<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ling through the Globe at length is come,</L>
<L>Laden with Trophies of more Honour home,</L>
<L>Now dreadful <HI>Rome,</HI> no more thy frowns can fright.</L>
<L>Nor all thy Horrors hatch'd in &s;hades of Night;</L>
<L>Our Gaurdian Angel in a mortal form,</L>
<L>Will drive thy Thunders back, and quel thy &s;torm,</L>
<L>Tho' Wirl-winds from thy Yeaning bo&s;om ri&s;e.</L>
<L>To wrack the World, and &s;hake the blu&s;hing Skies;</L>
<L>We'l &s;tand &s;ecure and dare thy utmo&s;t Frown:</L>
<L>Whil&s;t Fate her &s;elf thy Pride &s;hall tumble down,</L>
<L>Great <HI>Monmouth,</HI> darling of our Briti&s;h I&s;le:</L>
<L>Who now repairs once more to make her Smile;</L>
<L>And in Obedience to his Fathers will,</L>
<L>Such plea&s;ing Joys from bleeding hearts di&s;til.</L>
<L>That Tran&s;ports Triumph upon every brow:</L>
<L>And Sreams of Love through each <HI>Meander</HI> flow:</L>
<L>Then for great <HI>Monmouth,</HI> thus re&s;tor'd lets &s;ing.</L>
<L>Long live great Charles our wi&s;e and Sacred King,</L>
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<P><HI>London</HI> Printed by <HI>D: M.</HI> in the Year, 1679.</P>
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