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<P> A PANEGYRICK ON THEIR ROYAL HIGHNESSES, And Congratulating His RETURN FROM SCOTLAND.</P>
<P><HI>EDINB&V;RGH,</HI> Re-printed, <HI>Anno-Dom.</HI> M. D. C. LXXXII.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
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<HEAD>A PANEGYRICK ON THEIR ROYAL HIGHNESSES.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>_WHen the Mo&s;t High Eternal Son of God</L>
<L>Through fam'd <HI>Judea</HI> in Proce&s;&s;ion rode,</L>
<L>The Loyal <HI>Publican,</HI> with zealous ha&s;t,</L>
<L>Clim'b up a Tree to view him as he pa&s;t,</L>
<L>And with a look that did his Joy relate.</L>
<L>The Mighty Saviour did congratulate:</L>
<L>So 'mong&s;t the Crowds that with Impatience &s;trove</L>
<L>T' expre&s;s their Fealty and faithful Love,</L>
<L>I and my throbbing heart with equal flames</L>
<L>Panted and pre&s;t to greet the Godlike <HI>JAMES.</HI></L>
<L>Welcome then, Mighty SIR; welcome as Peace</L>
<L>To conquer'd Nations, or to &s;ick Men Ea&s;e;</L>
<L>Welcome, as what you bring us, <HI>Loyalty,</HI></L>
<L>A fruit which in our I&s;le we rarely &s;ee:</L>
<L>In th' barren North it blooms, to Storms expos'd;</L>
<L>But in our Sunny Climate never grows:</L>
<L>Here fertile Nature makes the Commons Kings,</L>
<L>And from her fatne&s;s rank Rebellion &s;prings:</L>
<L><HI>Dam'd lu&s;t of Engli&s;h-men, that ne're repented</HI></L>
<L><HI>Their Trea&s;ons, nor with Ble&s;&s;ings were contented.</HI></L>
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<L> Black was the Day, and bla&s;ted was the Year,</L>
<L>When the cur&s;t Factious, full of wretched fear.</L>
<L>Sought the <HI>true</HI> Heir of <HI>England</HI> to exclude,</L>
<L>Only becau&s;e He was too <HI>great,</HI> and <HI>good,</HI></L>
<L>Two Epithetes that never yet could &s;uit</L>
<L>The &s;ordid Mind of your true Engli&s;h Brute:</L>
<L>Loud Tempe&s;t roar'd, as if de&s;ign'd to cro&s;s</L>
<L>The Royal Mandate, and not let Him pa&s;s,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t weeping Showers &s;eem'd to mourn our lo&s;s:</L>
<L>And as each Element then bore a part</L>
<L>In grief, even &s;o did every Hone&s;t Heart.</L>
<L>But now the happy hours are doubly ble&s;s't,</L>
<L>The Land with the full Store of Heaven po&s;&s;e&s;s't;</L>
<L>The Sea&s;on &s;miles, and each propitious Ray</L>
<L>For His return their &s;ecret Joy di&s;play;</L>
<L>The flowers that did in private Clo&s;ets keep,</L>
<L>And during th' Winter of His Ab&s;ence &s;leep,</L>
<L>Bloom out, and a gay fragant Robe put on,</L>
<L>To ble&s;s and welcome in the RISING SUN;</L>
<L><HI>Laetamur</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">The Motto of the Medal.</NOTE> is the Word, a word which late</L>
<L>As mighty Hopes, did mighty Joy create,</L>
<L>When the fam'd <HI>Motto</HI> with applau&s;e was put</L>
<L>To the Effigie of the <HI>Grand Patriot,</HI></L>
<L>Neare&s;t their hearts, where late their <HI>Georges</HI> hung,</L>
<L>The pale-fac't Medall with its Silver tongue</L>
<L>Was plac't, whil&s;t every Wearer &s;till expre&s;t</L>
<L>His Joy to harbour there &s;o fam'd a Gue&s;t.</L>
<L>The Wretch that &s;tampt it got immortal fame;</L>
<L>'Twas coyn'd by &s;tealth, like Groats at <HI>Brumicham;</HI></L>
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<L> Whil&s;t each Po&s;&s;e&s;&s;our with exalted voice</L>
<L>Cryes, <HI>England's &s;av'd, and now Let us Rejoyce.</HI></L>
<L>But though Seditious Tenets they pur&s;ue,</L>
<L>We have a Cau&s;e of joy &s;olid and true</L>
<L>And therefore let us cry <HI>Laetamur</HI> too.</L>
<L>For Mighty <HI>YORK</HI>'S return'd, return'd to Raign.</L>
<L>O're hearts, and move in His Great Sphere again:</L>
<L>'Tis in his Face you &s;ee the RISING SUN,</L>
<L>T'other's a Comet blazing O're the Town,</L>
<L>Portending Mi&s;chiefs &s;eeming to explain</L>
<L>The <HI>former</HI> Tragick Scene de&s;ign'd <HI>again.</HI></L>
<L>Fly then ye Loyal Natives, fly with zeal,</L>
<L>Embrace His Knees, and your true Joy reveal;</L>
<L>Prove your affection to your Injur'd Prince,</L>
<L>Give him your Hearts, for you had his long &s;ince:</L>
<L>Give Him your Hearts, oppo&s;e the Rebel Power,</L>
<L>And never part with your Lov'd HEROE more.</L>
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<L>And hail Bright PRINCESS, be&s;t of thy fair Kind,</L>
<L>An Angel's Body with an Angel's Mind,</L>
<L>Beauteous as are the Virgin Saints above,</L>
<L>That &s;it and &s;mile on the right hand of <HI>Jove,</HI></L>
<L>And good, as the fir&s;t &s;tate Heav'n form'd 'em in,</L>
<L>E're that Angelick Sex knew how to &s;in,</L>
<L>How when She comes &s;hall we our crimes attone?</L>
<L>How &s;hall we meet the Ju&s;tice of her Frown,</L>
<L>That doing no offence was forc't away,</L>
<L>With Her dear Lord, a cruel Fate t' obey,</L>
<L>And Sacrifice Her Joy, Her Peace and Fame,</L>
<L>To a cur&s;t Branded thing without a Name?</L>
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<L> Down her fair face the liquid Trea&s;ures rowld;</L>
<L>Then taking on her ROYAL PARTNER hold,</L>
<L><HI>England farewell,</HI> She cry'd, <HI>thou hated &s;hore,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And may I never &s;ee thy ba&s;ene&s;s more!</HI></L>
<L>But &s;he comes back, and nobly may de&s;pi&s;e</L>
<L>The Pigmy Malice of her Enemies;</L>
<L>Di&s;dain and Anger in Her forehead &s;it,</L>
<L>Yet both &s;o calm'd and temper'd by Her wit,</L>
<L>That with a mode&s;t &s;mile She &s;trives t'oppo&s;e</L>
<L>Revenge, and onely pities all her foes.</L>
<L>Return then and forgive, and may Your <HI>Name</HI></L>
<L>Charm the wide Globe, as does your HEROES <HI>Fame:</HI></L>
<L>Long may ye love, and &s;till may ye appear</L>
<L>Teeming, as to our joy you prove this Year.</L>
<L>Your Pregnant Veins are framing wondrous things,</L>
<L>Oh glorious Pa&s;&s;ion that creates young Kings!</L>
<L>The Illu&s;trious Infant &s;truggles in the Womb,</L>
<L>As if he knew his Royal fate to come,</L>
<L>And &s;ilently mourns, that &s;o long a &s;pace</L>
<L>'Twill be, e're he begins his Glorious Race:</L>
<L>But when as the Divine&s;t Gift of Heaven,</L>
<L>The <HI>Princely Babe</HI> is for our Comfort given,</L>
<L>May every heart con&s;pire with every tongue</L>
<L>T' implore his years may be renown'd and long,</L>
<L>That he may merit his brave Fathers Name</L>
<L>And Rival Vertue with his Mothers Fame.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Methinks I &s;ee our great AUGUSTUS &s;tand,</L>
<L>With the fair PRINCESS &s;miling in His Hand,</L>
<L>High Grandeur mixt With Joy adorns His Face,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t blu&s;hing Duty Hers does &s;weetly grace:</L>
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<L> Their Eyes are fixt and mingling Glories &s;eem,</L>
<L>Like the Sun's Rayes Reflecting on a Jem;</L>
<L>His Awfull Light then on His BROTHER &s;hines,</L>
<L>Who with a &s;ilent Mode&s;ty inclines</L>
<L>To hear his welcome, and with humble grace</L>
<L>Fixing His Eyes upon His Monarch's Face,</L>
<L>His willing Knees with Loyal duty bend</L>
<L>To His dear <HI>King,</HI> His <HI>Brother,</HI> and His <HI>Friend,</HI></L>
<L>Who in His Arms do's the Lov'd Favourite hold,</L>
<L>And &s;peaks a gracious welcome from His &s;oul.</L>
<L>Thrice happy <HI>Scotland,</HI> well did&s;t thou begin</L>
<L>To make attonement for thy former &s;in,</L>
<L>When thou with Joy a Vertue did&s;t Embrace:</L>
<L>By brooding Factions driven from this place,</L>
<L>Well was the much-wrong'd <HI>Prince</HI> receiv'd by thee,</L>
<L>And well ha&s;t thou reform'd thy Loyalty:</L>
<L>Yet to His Goodne&s;s thou thy Fame do'&s;t owe,</L>
<L>For thou had&s;t faithle&s;s bin had he been &s;o:</L>
<L>But as the <HI>Thracian</HI> Bard, with charming &s;trains,</L>
<L>Drew the Wild Savages from Woods and Plains,</L>
<L>Controll'd their Bruti&s;h Rage where e're he came,</L>
<L>And made the fierce&s;t Bears and Tigers tame;</L>
<L>So Mighty Prince Thy Vertue did oppo&s;e</L>
<L>The clo&s;e de&s;igns and Malice of thy Foes,</L>
<L>And made a Nation, fam'd for Treachery,</L>
<L>Bow to thy Loyal Principles and Thee,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>England</HI>'s left with its <HI>King killing</HI> Race,</L>
<L>A Ne&s;t of Rebels, as it ever was.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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