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B04623
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On the arrival of His Royal Highness. The Duke into England· A congratulatory poem,
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1680
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Wing O300; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[163]
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On the Arrival of His Royal Highness THE DUKE INTO ENGLAND A Congratulatory POEM NOw Heaven Smiles Our Clouded Orb looks bright The Sun 's return'd and has dispell'd our Night Rejoyce all Loyal Souls Let all this Isle Be Cover'd with an Universal Smile Great JAMES is come Blest be the Happy Day That did His wisht-for Person safe Convey Our Hearts the Limits of our Breasts o'erflow And oft for passage to our Mouths do go Eager His Princely Person for to meet And to lie prostrate at His Royal Feet Let all His Foes tho' Foes without a Cause Look back a while and on His Actions pause Enumerate all His Virtues Glories Name Then say why they such Goodness did prophane And strove with Slander to Eclipse His Fame May all that wou'd His Glories so decrease Or cease to be or to be Envious cease May they in Shame hang down their Hated Head And never raise 'um till their Rancour's dead Ungrateful Men What Hazards did He Shun How oft to Death and Danger did He Run To Save your Lives and Liberties Secure What Hardships and what Miseries Endure How oft His Royal Person too Expose Amidst except your Selves His greatest Foes When He from HOLLAND fraught with Triumphs came And Fame had taught the World no other Name Then your Acknowledgments you did Express To His vast Conduct ow'd your Happiness Then Caps flew up and Brimmers too were fill'd His Health went round and not a Drop was spill'd But in the Fulness of your Flowing Bowls You show'd the Gladness of your well-pleas'd Souls Now Silent as the Night all husht you lye Unknown unto your Selves the Reason why And let Oh! Shame to speak it Gratitude to dye Yet all Untainted Loyal Hearts do Sing Welcom GREAT SIR Dear Brother of our KING Welcom to us such Hearty Welcom SIR As Wealth t'th ' Poor or Rest t'th ' Traveller Or to the Death-beleager'd his Deliverer Yet farther Welcom which no Good Man controuls Welcom as Paradise is to our Souls May they who to Your Welcom don't agree There find no Welcom but excluded be We 're so transported at Your Glorious Sight We 're lost in Extasie and vast Delight Our Souls do Bless You wheresoe'er You go To You we all do Veneration owe. To Grace Your Mind as Heav'n took special Care So did it too to make Your Body Rare Joy of our Eyes our Minds chief Darling too Let all that wou'd be Truly Great Copy You. Oh that I were Inspir'd that I might tell How oft our Mighty HERO did Excell In Glorious Acts How oft His Warlike Arm His Enemies did Defeat and Country Charm But all His Godlike Acts no Tongue can tell For they 're so great they are Ineffable Our Dazlâ—td Sense can't all His Glories see They are too strong for our Humanity 'T is Heav'n that bestow'd 'um best can tell For they 're to us Incomprehensible When from His Royal Brother came Command That He forthwith should Quit His Native Land And to some Foreign Shore Himself Convey Being all Obedience straight withdrew away Scarce was it spoke but He forthwith Obey'd Nor was there any Murmuring Question made But as the Meanest Poorest Subject He His Duty show'd and Brother's Soveraigntie Immense Obedience Ne'er to be forgot Nor in Oblivion's Grave unthought of rot But to 's Immortal Fame and Glory be Recorded left to all Posterity Let LONDON Ring till 't Eccho on the THAMES Long Live the KING and 's Royal Brother JAMES FINIS LONDON Printed for G. K. MDCLXXX