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A25978
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The second part of The vision, a pindarick ode occasioned by Their Majesties happy coronation / by Edm. Arwaker ...; Vision. Part 2
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Arwaker, Edmund, d. 1730.
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1685
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King they cry Long live the Queen And down they quickly bring agen Heav'n's Royal Assent a triple loud AMEN X. Here by Two shining Forms conducted in EUSEBIA enter'd with an alter'd Mein Not as before clad in a Mourning dress But such as did the great occasion fit For by her Garb she wou'd her Joy express Regardless how the vulgar censur'd it Much cost and care on Her Attire She spent Nor deem'd she her intrinsick Beauty less For any outward Pomp or Ornament Remembring when Her LORD in Triumph rode He chose that Grandeur to Proclaim the GOD Now humbly on Her Knees the Heav'nly Fair With this Address salutes the Royal Pair XI England's become another Eden now With Peace and Plenty Crown'd And you great Rulers of Our Paradice Like those which in the first were found With Innocence abound With Innocence and Knowledge too A Miracle the others never knew Who lost their Innocence attempting to be Wise. All Hail Great Queen in whom your Realms are blest Glorious as Morning Sun-beams in the East Richer within and lovelier to the Eye Than the fair Fruit of the forbidden Tree 'T is You beyond Your Sex alone That have the noblest Grandeur shown Grandeur improv'd by Condescention To You as Heav'n all Suppliants have access Nor do they find Your God-like Bounty less Scarce they with greater haste declare their Grief Than that Your Pity makes to their Relief So excellent You are in each degree That You a powerful argument Create To prove Perfection in the humane state Not Eve at best deserv'd so much to be Queen of a Universal Monarchy But You a nobler Empire have than she You in our Monarchs larger Heart are great And You alone deserve that happy Seat Long may your Reign be there And long and peaceful may His Rule be here XII Hail best of Monarchs without parallel Go on in Vertue till if possible As now all others You Your self excell Hail Great Preserver of EUSEBIA's Peace In whom Her Wishes gladly acquiesce Your early Care did Her Request prevent Your Bounteous Promise Her Desires exceed She from Your Pow'r no Injury cou'd dread But labour'd long for its Establishment So well Your Soul she understood And knew You so Divinely-good That to be guilty of the smallest ill To you as Heav'n must be impossible Here at your Princely Feet her self she throws Her Life her All 's at your dispose Who nothing dear as her Obedience knows Safe in the great Asylum of your Arms She can't be fright'ned at Alarms While your Indulgence is her Confidence She knows your Pow'r a strong secure defence Within the Verge of whose protecting Shade No Danger can approach nor Enemies invade Vouchsafe then mighty Sov'raign to allow The humble Tribute of Eusebia's Vow If e're she does your Royal Word distrust Or to your Int'rest proves unjust May greater Plagues light on her perjur'd Head Than all her Foes can wish or Fav'rers dread And may just Heav'n give her no longer date Than Caesar finds her Faith to him inviolate Here bowing low she ended and retir'd To view at leisure what she most admir'd No sight so well employ'd her Eyes as this The Object of her Love and Author of her Bliss XIII And now Great JAMES with God-like Clemency Gives blest Presages of his gracious Reign Death lays its useless Weapons by The hungry Skeleton expects his Prey in vain 'T is mighty James's Pleasure none shall dye This wonder more than Eden knew we see The Tree of Life unguarded stands and free But back too forward Muse to thy Obscurity For no Indemnity can sure extend to thee Who do'st their Sacred Majesties prophane With low expression and ignoble strain Say what pretence What can'st thou urge in thy defence Thou hast alas this only Plea That though thou did'st presume too near It was not in Iscariot's way That with a false Salute thou might'st betray But 't was with pious Reverence awful Fear With humble and untainted Innocence And with a Mind still firm to Loyalty The Earliest Lesson of thy Infancy Thou did'st no Tyrants Rise Congratulate Nor to encrease his Pageant State In Panegyricks on his Chariot wait Nor mourn his Fall when hurl'd to Hell by Fate Then while thy KING his Blessings does dispence Thou may'st some transient drop receive Warm'd by whose powerful Influence Thy fading Laurels may revive So the exhausted Patient in the Crowd With dread the blest Physician 's Robe approach'd And thence receiv'd the expected good Because with Faith and Reverence she touch'd FINIS ADVERTISEMENT THE Vision A Pindarick Ode Occasion'd by the Death of our Late Sovereign King CHARLES the Second by Edm. Arwaker M.A. A Pindarick on the Death of our late Sovereign with an Ancient Prophecy on His Present Majesty Written by Mrs. Behn A Pindarick Ode on the Sacred Memory of our Late Gracious Sovereign King CHARLES the Second To which is added another Essay on the same occasion by Sir F. F. Knight of the Bath A Poem on the Sacred Memory of our late Sovereign with a Congratulation to his Present Majesty Written by Mr. Tate A Poem Humbly Dedicated to Her Sacred Majesty Catherine Queen Dowager on the Death of her dear Lord and Husband King CHARLES the Second by Mrs. Behn The Elegies are sold single or in one Volume by Henry Playford near the Temple-Church To the Queen To the King