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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>THE CITIZENS JOY For the Rebuilding OF LONDON.</HEAD>
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<L><HI>LONDON</HI> lies Grovelling on the <HI>Earth</HI> yet beggs</L>
<L>Her <HI>God</HI> again to rai&s;e her on her leggs.</L>
<L><HI>She</HI> now confe&s;&s;eth (thereby warning all)</L>
<L>That <HI>Pride doth ever go before a fall.</HI></L>
<L>Stript now of all her Ornaments &s;he lies</L>
<L>In du&s;t and a&s;hes low; and ever cries,</L>
<L>Help, help, great <HI>King of Kings,</HI> O don't deny;</L>
<L>Pour in my wounds thy <HI>Bal&s;om,</HI> el&s;e I dye.</L>
<L>Her humble prayers were heard: <HI>Heaven</HI> did decree'</L>
<L><HI>She</HI> &s;hould again injoy pro&s;perity.</L>
<L>Phy&s;itians too were &s;ent to &s;earch her grief;</L>
<L>Thus wants not <HI>mortal</HI> nor <HI>divine</HI> releife.</L>
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<L>A <HI>God-con&s;uming</HI> puni&s;ht <HI>Her</HI> with <HI>Fire,</HI></L>
<L>And laid her <HI>low</HI> to rai&s;e her up the <HI>higher.</HI></L>
<L><HI>He</HI> onely purg'd <HI>Her</HI> from her <HI>dro&s;s</HI> that <HI>She</HI></L>
<L><HI>Refin'd</HI> might &s;hine in greater purity.</L>
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<L>The <HI>Ba&s;is</HI> now is laid; and <HI>God</HI> commands,</L>
<L>That <HI>Engli&s;h men</HI> &s;hould lend their helping hands.</L>
<L>His <HI>Vice-roy,</HI> our dread <HI>Sov'raigne</HI> fir&s;t obey'd,</L>
<L>And the fir&s;t Stone of this great &s;tructure lay'd.</L>
<L>'Tis <HI>He</HI> that will this <HI>City</HI> now re&s;tore,</L>
<L>To greater glory than it had before.</L>
<L>For which brave deeds perpetually lets &s;ing,</L>
<L><HI>Glory</HI> to <HI>God</HI> and <HI>Honour</HI> to our <HI>King.</HI></L>
<L>Neither pure gold, nor incen&s;e let us bring,</L>
<L>Yet far as rich and &s;weet an offering.</L>
<L>And &s;uch as both tho&s;e pretious things expre&s;s,</L>
<L>Which is out hearts full fraught with thankfulne&s;s.</L>
<L>By which is fully paid the <HI>All</HI> we ovve</L>
<L>To <HI>God</HI> above or Mortal Men below.</L>
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<L>The City-building Bill, is now an act,</L>
<L>Ble&s;t be our Soveraigne for that gracious fact.</L>
<L>Nay more &mdash; now do I want an Epithite,</L>
<L>As bright as the <HI>Conveyor</HI> of our light.</L>
<L>An <HI>Act;</HI> O ble&s;&s;ed <HI>Act!</HI> yet that's too weak.</L>
<L>And not &s;o &s;plendid as my heart would &s;peak.</L>
<L>An <HI>Act;</HI> of <HI>Acts,</HI> which plainly doth impart</L>
<L><HI>Conformity</HI> of <HI>Building,</HI> and of <HI>Heart:</HI></L>
<L>Its <HI>influence</HI> hath quite di&s;pell'd tho&s;e clowds,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Jealou&s;ies</HI> and <HI>Fears</HI> which throng'd in crowds,</L>
<L>And did o're&s;pread our Gloomy Hemi&s;pheare,</L>
<L>Are di&s;&s;ipated, and no where appear.</L>
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<L>Our <HI>Winter</HI>'s now e'ne gone, the Earth hath lo&s;t</L>
<L>Her Snow-white Robes, and Mantles made of Fro&s;t.</L>
<L>Now the warm <HI>Sun</HI> thavvs the benummed Earth,</L>
<L>And <HI>She</HI> now teeming well bring forth a <HI>birth</HI></L>
<L>The which all Nations &s;hall with fear admire,</L>
<L>Guarded by <HI>Angels</HI> from the rage of <HI>Fire.</HI></L>
<L>Now do a Quire of Chirping Min&s;trells bring</L>
<L>In triumph to the World the <HI>Touthful Spring.</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Spring</HI> comes on with more than u&s;ual &s;peed,</L>
<L>To &s;ee the &s;owing of <HI>immortal &s;eed;</HI></L>
<L>Hou&s;es I mean, which &s;hall &s;upply the place</L>
<L>Of &s;uch, which did before the place di&s;grace.</L>
<L>Now &s;hall each place prid in her &s;tructures, and</L>
<L>Tho&s;e &s;tructures ne're contended for th' <HI>upperhand.</HI></L>
<L>The &s;treets &s;hall be dilated, and our wealth;</L>
<L>More room to breath; better injoy our health.</L>
<L>Old things &s;hall be converted into <HI>new,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Antiquity</HI> &s;hall bid the World <HI>adieu.</HI></L>
<L>Nothing &s;hall now ob&s;truct the <HI>Cities</HI> weale</L>
<L>We mu&s;t have fewer <HI>Churches,</HI> but more <HI>Zeal.</HI></L>
<L>Before we had &s;o many, one in ten</L>
<L>Could &s;carce on <HI>Sundays</HI> count &s;o many men.</L>
<L>From hence we &s;ee the Judgments ju&s;t, which took</L>
<L>Away the Churches ba&s;ely we for&s;ook.</L>
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<L>Old drooping <HI>Paul</HI> ere long &s;hall have a quire,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Heavenly Mu&s;ick &s;hall our &s;ouls in&s;pire.</L>
<L>All things will &s;o concur, in all agree,</L>
<L>No di&s;cords now, but all &s;weet harmony,</L>
<L>No di&s;content, but all replete with Joy;</L>
<L><HI>London</HI>'s rebuilding now, <HI>Vice le Roy.</HI></L>
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<TRAILER TYPE="license">With Allowance.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed by <HI>P. Lillicrap</HI> for <HI>Richard Head,</HI> at the <HI>Heart</HI> in <HI>Bible</HI> in Little-<HI>Brittain.</HI> Where you may have Mr. <HI>Matthews</HI> his approved and Univer&s;al Pill for all di&s;ea&s;es 1667.</P>
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