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<NAME>TCP Staff (Michigan)</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B140528.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<STC T="C">R214833</STC>
<BIBNO T="oclc">[ocm]62369441</BIBNO>
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<HEAD>Londons SPEECH To His Royal Highne&s;s THE PRINCE of ORANGE, On the 20th. of this In&s;tant <HI>December,</HI> 1688.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Pre&s;ented to his own Hand which he receiv'd very Graciou&s;ly: And at the Reque&s;t of &s;ome No|ble Per&s;ons Order'd to be Publi&s;h'd.</HEAD>
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<L><HI>W</HI> hat Force, what Strength can Vanqui&s;h Your Alarms,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> f Conqu'ring Heavens thus Protect your Arms?</L>
<L><HI>L</HI> o&s;t in Di&s;pair and Tyranny, we lay</L>
<L><HI>L</HI> oaded with Chains of <HI>Rome</HI>'s Imperial Sway:</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> nfirm for a Defence this Nation &s;tood,</L>
<L><HI>A</HI> nd &s;till had been, if thy all-pitying Blood,</L>
<L><HI>M</HI> ade no brave Sallys to with&s;tand the Flood.</L>
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<L><HI>H</HI> elp, help ye Powers! but Mortals need not Pray;</L>
<L><HI>E</HI> ach Ju&s;ter God Participates the Fray.</L>
<L><HI>N</HI> ow Temples may with Awful Wor&s;hip &s;tand,</L>
<L><HI>R</HI> e&s;ults of Joy Crown all the Wi&s;hing Land;</L>
<L><HI>Y</HI> ea, <HI>Rome</HI> her &s;elf may his kind Will Command.</L>
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<L><HI>P</HI> eace &s;o de&s;ir'd, yet &s;o long ab&s;ent here,</L>
<L><HI>R</HI> evives again, and does its Glory wear:</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> u&s;tice abhor'd by none but Unju&s;t Men,</L>
<L><HI>N</HI> ow, by your Aid, un&s;heaths her Sword agen:</L>
<L><HI>C</HI> ome on Great Sir, Victorious Prince, outdare</L>
<L><HI>E</HI> ach Act of <HI>Rome,</HI> nor all her Malice fear.</L>
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<L><HI>O</HI> ur after-Age will Con&s;ecrate thy Fame</L>
<L><HI>F</HI> or this brave Act, for this Extol thy Name.</L>
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<L><HI>O</HI> h! to Erect a Fading Churches Head,</L>
<L><HI>R</HI> ai&s;e like a God, a Nation, though 'twas Dead:</L>
<L><HI>A</HI> nd all the Pomp of <HI>Britti&s;h</HI> Glory &s;how;</L>
<L><HI>N</HI> o Man but you, but you could ever do.</L>
<L><HI>G</HI> od the chief Healer of our Wounded State,</L>
<L><HI>E</HI> ach moment Shroud You from <HI>Rome</HI>'s Killing Hate.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>J.G.</HI> 1688.</P>
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