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A pindarick on the death of our late sovereign with an ancient prophecy on his present Majesty / written by A. Behn.
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Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.
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1685
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Wing B1752; ESTC R23615
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A Pindarick on the DEATH Of Our Late Sovereign WITH AN Ancient Prophecy ON HIS Present MAJESTY Written by A. BEHN DUBLIN Reprinted by Andrew Crook and Samuel Helsham And are to be Sold at Samuel Helsham's at the Colledg-Arms in Castle-street A Pindarick on the Death of Our Late Sovereign with an Ancient Prophecy on His Present Majesty STANZA I. SAD was the Morn ' the sadder Week began And heavily the God of Day came on From ominous Dreams my wondering Soul lookt out And saw a Dire Confusion round about My Bed like some sad Monument appear'd Round which the Mournful Statues wring their hands and weep Distracted Objects all with mighty Grief prepar'd To rouse me from my painful sleep Not the sad Bards that wail'd Ierusalems woes With wild neglect throu'out the peopl'd street With a Prophetick rage affrighting all they meet Had mightier pangs of sorrow mightier throes Ah! wretch undone they Cry awake forlorn The King the King is Dead Rise rise and Mourn II. Again I bid 'em tell their sorrows Theme Again they Cry The King The King is Dead Extended Cold and Pale upon the Royal Bed Again I heard and yet I thought it Dream Impossible I raving Cry That such a Monarch such a God should dye And no Dire Warning to the World be giv'n No Hurricanes on Earth no Blazing Fires in Heav'n The Sun and Tyde their constant Courses keep That cheers the World with its Life-giving Reign This hasts with equal Motion to the Deep And in its usual turns revives the Banks again And in its soft and easy way Brings up no Storms or Monsters from the Sea No Showr'rs of Blood no Temples Vale is rent But all is Calm and all is Innocent When Nature in Convulsions should be hurl'd And Fate should shake the Fabrick of the World Impossible Impossible I Cry So Great a King so much a God! so silently should dye III. True I Divin'd when loe a Voice arriv'd Welcome as that which did the Crowd surprise When the Dead Lazarus from the Tomb reviv'd And saw a Pittying God attend his rise Our Sovereign lives it cry'd rise and Adore Our Sovereign lives Heaven adds one Wonder more To the Miraculous History of his Num'rous store Sudden as thought or winged Light'ning flyes This chas'd the Gloomy Terrors from our eyes And all from Sorrows fall to Sacrifice Whole Hecatoms of Vows the Altars Crown To clear our Sins that brought this Vengeance down So the Great Saviour of the World did fall A Bleeding Victim to attone for all Nor were the blest Apostles more reviv'd When in the Resurrection they beheld Their Faith Establisht and their Lord surviv'd And all the Holy Prophesies fulfill'd Their Mighty Love by Mighty Ioy they show'd And if from feebler Faith before They did the Deity and Man Adore What must they pay when He confirm'd the God VVho having finisht all His wonders here And full Instructions given To make His Bright Divinity more Cleer Transfigur'd all to Glory Mounts to Heav'n IV. So fell our Earthly God! so Lov'd so Mourn'd So like a God again return'd For of His Message yet a part was unperform'd But oh our Pray'rs and Vows were made too late The Sacred Dictates were already past And open laid the Mighty Book of Fate Where the Great MONARCH read His Life 's short date And for Eternity prepar'd in hasteâ— He saw in th'everlasting Chairs Of long past Time and Numerous Things The Fates Vicissitudes and pains Of Mighty Monarchies and Mighty Kings And blest His Stars that in an Age so Vain Where Zealous Mischiefs Frauds Rebellions Reign Like Moses he had led the Murm'ring Crowd Beneath the Peaceful Rule of his Almighty Wand Pull'd down the Golden Calf to which they bow'd And left 'em safe entr'ing the promis'd Land And to good IOSHVA now resigns his sway IOSHVA by Heaven and Nature pointed out to lead the way V Full of the Wisdom and the Pow'r of God The Royal PROPHET now before him stood On whom his Hands the Dying MONARCH laid And wept with tender Joy and Blest and said To Thee kind Aid in all my Fates and Pow'rs Dear Partner of my sad and softest Hours Thy Parting King and Brother recommends His frighted Nations and his Mourning Friends Take to Thy Pious Care my Faithful Flock And tho' the Shel'tring Cedar Fade Regard said He regard my tender Stock The Noble Stems may shoot and grow To Grace the spacious Plains and bow Their spreading Branches round Thee a defensive shade The Royal SVCCESSOR to all he hears With sighs assented and Confirming Tears Much more he spoke much more he had Exprest But that the Charming Accents of his Tongue Flew upwards to Compose a Heav'nly Song And left his speaking Eyes to Bless and tell the rest His Eyes so much Ador'd whose less'ning light Like setting Suns that hasten on the Night Lending their Glories to another Sphere Those Sacred Lights are fading here Whilst every Beam above informs a Star VI. Which shall a Nobler Business know And Influence his best lov'd Friends below But oh No Humane thought can paint the Grief and Love With which the parting Hero's strove Sad was the Scene Soft lookes the Voice supplies Anguish their Hearts and Languishment their Eyes Not God like Ionathan with greater pain Sigh't his last Farewell to the Royal Swain While Awful silence fill'd the Gloomy place And Death and Midnight hung on ev'ry Face And now the fatal Hour came on And all the Blessed Pow'rs above In haste to make him ALL their own Around the Royal Bed in shining order move Once more he longs to see the Breaking Day The last his Mortal Eyes shall e're behold And oft he ask'd if no Kind Ray It s near Approach foretold And when he found 't was Dawning in With the Cold Tide of Death that flow'd all o're Draw Draw said he this Clowd that hangs between And let me take my last adieu Oh let me take my last last view For I shall never never see it more And Now Officious Angels catch his dying Sighs And bear 'em up in Triumph to the Skyes Each forms a Soul of the Divinest dress For New-born Kings and Hero's to possess The last that from the Sacred Fabrick few Made CHARLES a God! and IAMES a Monarch too To His Sacred Majesty King James II. ALL Hail Great Prince whom ev'ry Miracle Preserv'd for Vniversal Rule When Time Your Wond'rous Story shall unfold Your Glorious Deeds in Arms when yet but Young Your strange Escapes and Danger shall be told Your Battels Fought Your Gilded Lawrels won When yet the Elder Generals not in Fame Your Perils dar'st not share Alone the raging Torrent You wou'd stem And bear before you the fierce Tide of War How Spain Records Your Glorious Name And how when Danger call'd for Britains good You paid the lavish Ransom of Your Blood When the Ingrates shall Blushing read How far Great Souls the Vulgar can exceed In Patience Suffering and Humility Your Condescention and Your Banishment Then let the Obstinate convinc'd agree You only were preserv'd and fit for Sacred Government Come listen all whom needless fears possess And hear how Heav'n confirms your happiness Behold the Sacred promis'd Prince Whom wond'rous prophets Ages since Told When the Mystick Figures of the Year To such a Number should Amount As fill this Lucky Years Account O're England there should Reign a Star Of that Divine and Gracious Influence Should make proud Neighbouring Nations fear And Mightier Britains happy Genius prove And bless the Land with Plenty Peace and Love 'T is YOU oh Sacred Sir for Empire Born Shall make the great Prediction true And this last Miracle perform To make us Blest and make us own it too Oh may Your Lustre with Your Life renew Long may You Shine and spread Your Beams as far As from the Morning to the Ev'ning Star 'Till Your Convincing Rays Your Foes o're come And for Your Glorious Magnitude the scanted Globe want room FINISH