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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>AN ELEGY, On the Mo&s;t Lamented of Princes King CHARLES the Second, Our Late Sovereign of ever Ble&s;&s;ed Memory.</HEAD>
<OPENER><DATELINE><DATE><ADD>11. Feb. 1685/4.</ADD></DATE></DATELINE></OPENER>
<LG>
<L>IF Sorrow's all we pay a Heaven-Crown'd Head,</L>
<L>The only Offering to the Royal Dead:</L>
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<L>To Gracious <HI>CHARLES,</HI> for all our Va&s;t Arrears,</L>
<L>For almo&s;t Twenty Pardon'd Stiffneck't Years;</L>
<L>Oh! What does <HI>England</HI> owe in Sighs and Tears.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Nor bound our Griefs to <HI>Albion</HI>'s narrow Shore:</L>
<L>All <HI>Europe</HI> thy Great <HI>Arbiter</HI> Deplore;</L>
<L>Who&s;e Hand, the World's Great Scale of Empire bore.</L>
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<L>Nor the Impoveri&s;h'd World alone &s;hall weep</L>
<L>At <HI>CHARLES</HI>'s Ob&s;equies; the Mighty Deep</L>
<L>For Dying <HI>CHARLES,</HI> &s;hall Solemn Mournings keep.</L>
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<L>The Wailing <HI>Tritons</HI> on the Ecchoing Main,</L>
<L>Who in Returning <HI>CHARLES</HI>'s Glorious Train,</L>
<L>Once with Shril Trumps did his Loud Triumphs play,</L>
<L>At His <HI>Miraculous Re&s;tauration</HI> Day;</L>
<L>All Shouting as the Glittering Monarch Rode,</L>
<L><HI>Neptunes</HI> more Young, but Greater Rival God;</L>
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<L>Now throw their u&s;ele&s;s Untun'd Shells away;</L>
<L>And with tho&s;e Tears, that Funeral Duty pay,</L>
<L>Shall add New Brine to the o reflowing Sea.</L>
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<L>And the Proud Waves which the Great Heroe bore,</L>
<L>Rowl Heavily along the <HI>Albion</HI> Shore,</L>
<L>And bear the Mournful Sound the Travel'd Ocean o're.</L>
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<L>Bright Saint Farewell, in whom all Virtues &s;hone</L>
<L>So God-like Great, that Thou Ble&s;t <HI>CHARLES</HI> alone,</L>
<L>Ha&s;t for lo&s;t <HI>Britain</HI> more from Heaven obtain'd,</L>
<L>Then Pious <HI>Lot</HI> for the Cur&s;t <HI>Sodom</HI> gain'd.</L>
<L>Mid&s;t all the hovering Plagues our Crimes per&s;ue</L>
<L>For thy Great <HI>Sire</HI>'s &s;till Crying <HI>Murder</HI> due;</L>
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<L>Thou <HI>CHARLES</HI> our kind Propitiator &s;tood,</L>
<L>A Prince &s;o Gracious, &s;o Divinely Good,</L>
<L>Thy Mercy even Aton'd thy Fathers Blood.</L>
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<L>Thy Death were too Severe a Stroke of Fate,</L>
<L>Did not Surviving <HI>JAMES</HI> the Edge rebate:</L>
<L>Thy Darling <HI>JAMES,</HI> thy Deare&s;t Half before,</L>
<L>Now thy Great ALL: For though thy Cour&s;er Oare</L>
<L>In Du&s;t mu&s;t Sleep; Thy Brighter Virtues &s;till</L>
<L>In our New <HI>CAESAR</HI> their Old Orbe &s;hall fill:</L>
<L>Whil&s;t a Bright Spark of thy Cele&s;tial Fire,</L>
<L>Full of thy Mighty Self &s;hall His Great Soul in&s;pire.</L>
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<LG>
<L>When Future Times Great <HI>CHARLES</HI> &s;hall take Review,</L>
<L>Of thy Bright Fames Immortal Volumes through;</L>
<L>Thy Birth, thy Fate, thy Life, thy Acts, thy Reign,</L>
<L>All wond'rous Links of one continued Chain;</L>
<L>Are Truths &s;ucceeding Ages &s;hall receive,</L>
<L>Amaz'd to hear, and &s;taggering to believe:</L>
<L>To &s;ee the Changing Revolutions move</L>
<L>By the Almighty Guiding Hand above:</L>
<L>Here to behold the Royal <HI>FATHER</HI> Bleed!</L>
<L>Oh Execrable Wound! Infernal Deed.</L>
<L>Of which all Story &s;hall a Paralel want,</L>
<L>And Hell a Pencil black enough to Paint.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Like Old <HI>Jeru&s;alems</HI> Prodigious Day,</L>
<L>See Darkne&s;s &s;pread, and &s;catter'd Lightnings Play;</L>
<L>Hell Yawning, and Religion, Government,</L>
<L>Church, Crown, all like the <HI>unveyl'd Temple</HI> Rent:</L>
<L>Whil&s;t the Graves ope'd and all the Loyal Dead,</L>
<L>In <HI>CHARLES</HI> His Cau&s;e, in Honours Noble&s;t Bed,</L>
<L>Rouz'd up to &s;ee that Stroke of Horrour given,</L>
<L>That Rob'd a Rebel World, to enrich Heaven.</L>
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<L>Here change the <HI>Scene</HI> and &s;ee the <HI>SON</HI> Re&s;tor'd:</L>
<L>A thou&s;and bended Necks to mount their Lord.</L>
<L>Hear the loud Joys and <HI>Hallelujahs</HI> Sound,</L>
<L>And view the Ho&s;t of Glittering Guards all round.</L>
<L>Ten Thou&s;and Angels in the Van appear,</L>
<L>And three Adoring Kingdoms fill the Reer.</L>
<L>Where &s;uch &s;trange Turns the wond'rous <HI>Machins</HI> Play,</L>
<L>There &s;uch black Night, and here &s;uch dazling Day:</L>
<L>Heaven, Mighty <HI>CHARLES,</HI> did in thy Race Decree</L>
<L>To draw the Portrait of the Deity.</L>
<L>The Fathers Fall with the Sons Glory joyn'd,</L>
<L>Sure even in Thee, the My&s;tick <HI>Shilo</HI> Shin'd;</L>
<L>His <HI>Cro&s;s</HI> thy <HI>Sires,</HI> His <HI>Re&s;urrection</HI> Thine:</L>
<L><HI>Original</HI> None more Bright, No <HI>Copy</HI> more Divine.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed By <HI>Elizabeth Mallet</HI> 1685.</P>
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