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<HEAD>A POEM of Congratulation On the Happy Return of His Grace JAMES Duke of Monmouth.</HEAD>
<OPENER><DATELINE><DATE><ADD>1679.</ADD></DATE></DATELINE></OPENER>
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<L>WELCOM [Illu&s;trious <HI>Monmouth</HI>] to our Shore;</L>
<L>Thy Foes were Rich, and all thy Friend were Poor</L>
<L>In thy late Ab&s;ence. <HI>Britain</HI> now can &s;mile</L>
<L>Since thy Return from thy too long Exile.</L>
<L><HI>Charles</HI> (we acknowledge and with thanks can tell)</L>
<L>Hath check'd thy Foes, and chear'd thy Lovers well</L>
<L>This while thou'&s;t left us; and for <HI>Charles</HI> his &s;ake</L>
<L>Thee from tho&s;e Forein Shores with Joy we take.</L>
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<L>Thou from Great <HI>Charles</HI> thy Sacred Bloud did&s;t draw,</L>
<L>And <HI>Charles</HI> his Bloud all <HI>English Hearts</HI> doth awe.</L>
<L><HI>Thee</HI> we re&s;pect for <HI>Him;</HI> and &s;urely tho&s;e</L>
<L>That <HI>Thee neglect</HI> would <HI>Maje&s;ty oppo&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>Heav'n rais'd thy <HI>Grace</HI> a Prop to <HI>England's</HI> Throne,</L>
<L>And all love <HI>Thee</HI> that would pre&s;erve their Own.</L>
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<L>Go to thy Father, <HI>Monmouth; He</HI> can &s;hew</L>
<L>What Love his Subjects to thy Worth do owe:</L>
<L>To <HI>Him</HI> as God our Pray'rs at fir&s;t we &s;end;</L>
<L>Then thou our Wi&s;hes ha&s;t becau&s;e his Friend.</L>
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<L>O that my Thoughts that Joy could under&s;tand,</L>
<L>That fills each Heart &s;ince thou ha&s;t touch'd our Land!</L>
<L>O that my Pen tho&s;e Raptures could recite,</L>
<L>Which thy dear Pre&s;ence in our Hearts doth write!</L>
<L>But Thoughts and Pens and Tongues are all too weak;</L>
<L>Guns, Bells, and Bonfires be&s;t our meaning &s;peak.</L>
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<L><HI>Cambridge</HI> exults at thy revers'd Exile;</L>
<L><HI>Cambridge!</HI> alas, Thou gladde&s;t all our I&s;le:</L>
<L>All tho&s;e large Realms o're which thy Father &s;ways</L>
<L>Are glad at thy good Fate in the&s;e &s;ad days.</L>
<L>Next Heav'n and <HI>Charles</HI> we tru&s;t in Thee alone,</L>
<L>Since thou next Heav'n defende&s;t <HI>Charles</HI> his Throne.</L>
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<L>Ble&s;s me, where am I! I no place can &s;py</L>
<L>That hath no joyful Heart, or &s;miling Eye,</L>
<L>Or &s;houting Tongue, who&s;e Volleys rend the Sky.</L>
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<L>O may this <HI>Omen</HI> of our Joy foretell</L>
<L>That <HI>England</HI> &s;hall from thy Return do well!</L>
<L>O may this Tide of Mirth o're&s;well its Banks,</L>
<L>To <HI>Charles</HI> in <HI>Loyalty,</HI> to <HI>Heav'n</HI> in <HI>Thanks!</HI></L>
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<L>Long, O too long have Forein Lands detain'd</L>
<L>Thy wi&s;h'd for Self! Long have our Foes prophan'd</L>
<L>Good <HI>Charles</HI> his Mercy when <HI>He</HI> &s;ent thee hence,</L>
<L>And call'd that <HI>Ju&s;tice</HI> which was thy Defence.</L>
<L>Yet what Defence indeed could <HI>Monmouth</HI> want,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Con&s;cience is of proof, whom none can daunt</L>
<L>In Arms; who&s;e Force our <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Seas &s;ecur'd;</L>
<L>And who (though bani&s;h'd) was with Hearts immur'd.</L>
<L>Here thou ha&s;t been, though thou ha&s;t been away;</L>
<L>Here &s;till, though Ab&s;ent till this Happy Day.</L>
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<L>Lord, what &s;aid <HI>France?</HI> What Shouts to Heav'n &s;he &s;ent,</L>
<L>When <HI>Monmouth</HI> fir&s;t &s;he heard in Bani&s;hment?</L>
<L>Lord, what &s;aid <HI>Scotland,</HI> (Rebel <HI>Scots</HI> I mean)</L>
<L>When this Great <HI>Hero</HI> was at <HI>Utrecht</HI> &s;een?</L>
<L>What fre&s;h Alarms did Conventicles breath?</L>
<L>How did they wait for more Archbi&s;hops death?</L>
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<L>But what &s;aid <HI>England?</HI> Oh what Tears &s;he &s;hed?</L>
<L>How did her Face grow pale, her Eyes grow red?</L>
<L>How did &s;he lo&s;e her Heart, and hang her Head?</L>
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<L>"<HI>Monmouth,</HI> (&s;aid &s;he) ah <HI>Monmouth</HI> now is gone!</L>
<L>And more &s;he &s;aid &mdash; But <HI>England,</HI> leave thy moan,</L>
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<L><HI>Monmouth</HI>'s return'd again, <HI>Monmouth</HI>'s come home;</L>
<L>With <HI>Monmouth</HI> Joy, and Peace, and Quiet's come.</L>
<L>Where fly ye Papi&s;ts? &mdash;Oh they fly to <HI>Rome.</HI></L>
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<L>Hail Sacred <HI>Charles!</HI> By Heav'n 'twas thus de&s;ign'd,</L>
<L>Thy Bloud &s;hall all the&s;e Evil Spirits bind;</L>
<L>Allay our Terrors, and a&s;&s;wage our Grief,</L>
<L>And to our dying Weal &s;end kind relief.</L>
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<L>What to thy Son we give we owe to thee,</L>
<L>Our Joy, our Health, Wealth, and Security;</L>
<L>For Thou gave&s;t Him by whom the&s;e things we &s;ee.</L>
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<L>May <HI>Charles</HI> as well in his true <HI>Monmouth</HI> tru&s;t,</L>
<L>As <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Ver&s;e to <HI>Monmouth</HI>'s Name is ju&s;t.</L>
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<CLOSER>Vive le Roy &amp; le Duc de Monmouth.</CLOSER>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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