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The vision a pindarick ode occasion'd by the death of our late gracious sovereign King Charles II / by Edm. Arwaker, M.A.
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Arwaker, Edmund, d. 1730.
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THE VISION A Pindarick ODE Occasion'd by the DEATH Of Our Late Gracious Sovereign King CHARLES II. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 By EDM. ARWAKER M.A. LONDON Printed by J. Playford for Henry Playford near the Temple-Church 1685. THE VISION Stanza I. WHEN Fate its utmost Cruelty had shown And the illustrious CHARLES was now no more Th' Illustrious CHARLES as Universally deplor'd As heretofore ador'd Had chang'd his Earthly for a Heav'nly Throne And left the World in all but Sorrow Poor Tir'd with the fatal Day 's oppresive Grief And weary of my hateful Breath In welcome Sleep my Senses sought Relief Not for the small repose it brought But that it represented to my thought The lov'd Resemblance and desir'd Approach of Death II. Gently the sweet Enchantment o're me stole From part to part insensibly it crept And ceas'd not Charming 'till my Sorrows slept It was so complaisant and kind That while my Body lay confin'd It gave Enlargement to my wand'ring Soul The joyful Captive now set free With active wings expatiates through the Air Resolv'd because it sound the freedom rare To improve the Blessing of its Liberty 'Till almost wearied with its nimble flight The sad Complaints of a soft Mournful Voice Its presence did invite Who where it heard the doleful noise With eager Motion hast'ned to alight III. Behold a Grove whose Melancholy shade Appear'd for Sorrow's last retirement made Where in confus'd disorder grew Bidding Defiance to the Sun 's bright Eye The Mournful Cypress and Unlucky Yew So closely interwov'n they were His Mid-day Beams were Strangers there Nor durst into its dismal Secrets pry Here in the darkest of the Solitude My Soul which fearless did intrude Saw on the Margin of a Murm'ring Brook By a faint light almost expir'd An Awful MATRON Mournfully retir'd Decent and Grave yet Glorious was her dress And did an humble Grandeur well express Severe but yet inviting was her Look And though Antiquity dwelt in her Face It heightned not impair'd her Virgin Grace And made the Modern Beauties justly give her place IV. Extended on the damp unwholsom Ground she lay And in her Right-hand held a Sacred Book Into whose Mystick Leaves none were forbid to look Since all from thence to Life must learn the way On her Left-hand she rais'd her drooping Head Whence a decaying Glory seem'd to fly A new fall'n Crown too lay neglected by And wither'd Garlands round about were spread On her soft Body lay a Pond'rous Load Once for her sake the Burthen of her GOD On which in Bloody Lines were writ Such Lines as did the Tragick Scene befit Alas my Love is Crucify'd For me he carry'd This for me on This he dy'd Brimful of Tears an Urn before her stood Which th' unexhausted Fountains of her Eyes Forbore not to maintain with fresh Supplies Resolv'd if those shou'd fail to make them good Grand Evidence of Grief with her last drop of Blood V. Surpris'd with Terror at the Mournful Scene And wond'ring what cou'd cause such Mighty Grief So beyond prospect of relief So hard for me to guess what it cou'd mean At last its Jayl th' Imprison'd Passion broke And like a mighty Wind Struggling i' th' Caverns where 't was long confin'd Her teeming Breast with strong Convulsions shook 'Till at her Lips it forc'd a vent And in sad Rhet'rick made her thus lament VI. Unhappy and Disconsolate What hope has wretch'd EUSEBIA to survive When all of which she cou'd desire to live The grand supporter for her State Glorious as Good and Pious too as Great The God-like CHARLES is snatch'd away by Fate Mourn mourn my Sons and bow your Miter'd heads Since He alas is fall'n who rais'd them High Now put on more than your own Sable weeds For Him who Cloth'd you in the purest Reds In Robes of Scarlet of the Richest Dye For Him by whose kind Influence you grew Your Neighbours Envy and their Admiration too Ev'n with the Sev'n-Hill'd City you might vye And all the Roaring of her Bulls defie As well as all the Croaking of the hoarse Geneva fry While He the Great Defender of your Faith was by He in your Dangers interpos'd With Numbers of your Foes inclos'd And when the Nations sins had injur'd Heav'n Between its Vengeance and their Souls he stood Their shelter is all dang'rous Times and Things The best of Christians as the best of Kings By him such Blessings to his Realms were given He seem'd Created for his Peoples good VII Here of fresh Tears an Inundation rose And by strong sighs driv'n fiercely on Did her Articulate Voice oppose And only in broken Accents gave her leave to moan The Sympathizing Brook began to swell And from the Trees a baneful moisture fell And all around was heard a dismal groan Which seem'd aloud to utter Desolation VIII When lo a strange unusal Light broke in And chang'd the dreadful Scene The hideous Lamentation ceas'd Charm'd with an harmonious sound And Light and Musick fill'd the place around And in the height of strange confusion pleas'd When from a Cloud of Incense seem'd t' alight A Glorious Form beyond conception bright Who rais'd the dying MATRON from the ground And with a Starry wreath her Sacred Temples Crown'd Next her Exuberant sorrow chid Which she with blushes strove to hide While the Divine Commissioner from on high Deliver'd his important Embassy IX Darling of Heav'n thy God's immediate care This causeless grief forbear And my Almighty Message hear As I with Legions of my fellows went For we by Heaven's Command were sent On the Illustrious CHARLES's Soul to wait While from his antient Monarchy below Pleas'd with the Orders we obey'd The Sacred Guest in Triumph we convey'd To a sublimer State Which shall no end no alteration know Th' ALMIGHTY'S Voice struck my attentive ear That Voice which Angels cannot hear But strait they blush with shame and tremble all with fear X. Thou who when first for Man's Salvation My great concern was shown Wer't sent to make the blest Contrivance known And to the Virgin brought'st the wond'rous News Which lofty Reason proudly did refuse And any Faith but Hers wou'd scruple to believe Yet she with humble Credence did receive Hence to that world another Errand make That world unfit such Blessings to partake But for my Dear ANOINTED's and EUSEBIA's sake Go wipe the Tears from my EUSEBIA's Eyes Say 't is my pleasure she shou'd weep no more Tell her what Mercies I have yet in store Tell her she wrongs me with her crys Has she not try'd my Love my Bounty heretofore And can she think me now Unkind or Poor Tho' for Mysterious reasons of my Heav'nly State I 've call'd my CHARLES my Great Vicegerent home From the dissatisfi'd repining Crowd Who ne're the Blessing understood Nor valu'd 'till too late To fix him on a Loftier Throne Becoming more his Goodness and my Own I 've plac'd another in his room His Murder'd FATHER's Second SON Who as the First for Ages past has done Must Bless the World for Ages yet to come XI The Mighty JAMES is he The Mighty JAMES ordain'd for Monarchy Not the vain Idol of the Factious Crowd That base allay to CHARLES's Royal Blood But One on every side deriv'd from Majesty As the Fourth Henry Great as the sam'd Martyr Good Peaceful as the first Monarch of his Name But not Ignobly Tame For great Exploits in Arms admir'd and fear'd And still belov'd where most rever'd His Equal fills not any Mortal Throne For never 'till in Him were known Such Courage and such Conduct met in One How did he make ungrateful France repent The rudeness of their Complement When he who nobly Acted on their side To gratify a bold Usurper's Pride Was to their Enemies assistance sent How has he made the Belgick Lion roar And driv'n him back to that Rebellious shore To learn Submission and encroach no more How fearless and unmov'd he stood Besmear'd all o're with Blood His Life less valu'd than his Country's good But that for greater benefits design'd Was our Almighty care In which his people were to find A large reserve of Blessings yet behind Nor shall EUSEBIA want a lib'ral share To him she does as ami'ble appear And is as to his Famous Predecessors dear He does her grief with God-like Pity see And knows and will reward her Loyalty He knows Who when the Jaucy Crowd Grew insolent and low'd Unmov'd the Tempest 's boyst'rous Rage withstood And for his Right did faithfully contend That Right which now will Theirs defend That Right on which their hopes on which their joys depend Thus spoke Th' Angelick Vision and withdrew Chear'd with its words EUSEBIA pleasant grew The Count'nance of the Place was alter'd too And my glad Soul in haste back to its Body flew For Life was acceptable now FINIS ADVERTISEMENT A Poem on the Sacred Memory of Our Late Sovereign with a Congratulation to His Present Majesty Writen by Mr. Tate A Pindarick on the Death of our Late Sovereign with an Ancient Prophecy on his Present Majesty Written by Mrs. Behn Both Sold by Henry Playford near the Temple-Church * Church of England * The Bible * The Cross.