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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>A <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="4+ letters">Y  T<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> THE CELEBRATION OF THE ANNIVERSARY DAY OF HIS MAJESTIES BIRTH And RESTITUTION. <DATE><HI>May</HI> 29, 1630/60.</DATE></HEAD>
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<L>TWas a rich dre&s;s great <HI>Englands Genius</HI> wore</L>
<L>When &s;he attended on her Lord to &s;hore;</L>
<L>When in her aemulous brav'ry of <HI>May</HI></L>
<L>Shee with rich garments &s;trowd the Royall way;</L>
<L>As if by Golden <HI>Jove</HI> &s;hee ravi&s;ht &s;eem'd,</L>
<L>The Twins of <HI>Joy</HI> and <HI>Glory</HI> to have &s;eem'd</L>
<L>Oft had &s;he &s;trugled with renew'd mi&s;chance,</L>
<L>Impregnant hopes of her deliverance;</L>
<L>Till a ripe birth of Fate did Heaven &s;end,</L>
<L>Ble&s;t the beginning, and then <HI>Crown'd</HI> the end.</L>
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<L>Then her luxuriant pride could not devi&s;e</L>
<L>A &s;atisfaction to her curious eys;</L>
<L>She view'd her &s;elf i'th gla&s;&s;e of her great fame,</L>
<L>There frighted, as if &s;hee were not the &s;ame,</L>
<L>By mon&s;trous &s;hapes of Government deform'd,</L>
<L>And all her pri&s;tine &s;trength and beauty &s;corn'd,</L>
<L>To forrain Triumphs &s;hee addre&s;t her &s;ight,</L>
<L>And skewd at them as falling Meteors flight:</L>
<L>Her wondring looks at la&s;t fixt on her Prince,</L>
<L>She took the mea&s;ure of her greatne&s;s thence;</L>
<L>The Arts of all Magnificence were &s;can'd,</L>
<L>And the va&s;t reach of mighty Glory &s;pan'd;</L>
<L>While <HI>Jove</HI> him&s;elf did on her Monarch wait</L>
<L>Th' ob&s;ervant clouds were th' Canopy of &s;tate,</L>
<L>And gave the King the Empire of the day,</L>
<L>That cheerfull time might on his Honour &s;tay.</L>
<L>Now doth this An'ver&s;ary all renew</L>
<L>And multipli'd reflect them to our view,</L>
<L>This Happy Day, &s;hall be the womb o'th year</L>
<L>Our Peace and Plenty were begotten here:</L>
<L>Indeed too &s;cant a Fe&s;tival for <HI>YO&V;,</HI></L>
<L>(The <HI>Birth</HI> and our <HI>Redemption</HI> make two,)</L>
<L><HI>Great Sir,</HI> your Crowded Ble&s;&s;ings cannot lye</L>
<L>Within the &s;pace in which one Sun doth dye;</L>
<L>Take the whole revolution of Time</L>
<L>And let there be no Holy-day but thine;</L>
<L>And yet the pious world &s;hall wor&s;hip pay</L>
<L>In this enough to every Sainted Day:</L>
<L>Not all the miracles that have been wrought</L>
<L>But may within thy Rubrick well be brought,</L>
<L>While our Po&s;terity &s;hall learn to be</L>
<L>Hereafter more Religious <HI>(Charles)</HI> for thee.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Thus are our Raptures, and our Exta&s;ies,</L>
<L>(When your fir&s;t bright Approaches &s;eiz'd our Eyes)</L>
<L>Perpetuated into &s;olid Joy, and thence</L>
<L>Into Religion, who&s;e ble&s;t Frankincen&s;e</L>
<L>A&s;cends on high, and plea&s;ed Heav'n re&s;umes</L>
<L>Her weighty Favours in &s;uch thankful Fumes;</L>
<L>Sublim'd thus by Divine and Sacred Art,</L>
<L>Joy, like the vital Spirits fills our Heart.</L>
<L>And may no other Pa&s;&s;ion &s;well the State,</L>
<L>Nor the&s;e high &s;toods of Gladne&s;&s;e e're Abate.</L>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>James Heath,</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P><HI>LONDON</HI> Printed in the Year, 1661.</P>
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