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To the King's Most Sacred Majesty upon the happy birth of the Prince of Scotland and Wales, June the 10th, 1688 / a poem by William Niven ...
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Niven, William.
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1688
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Wing N1172A; ESTC R33630
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TO THE KING'S MOST Sacred Majesty UPON THE HAPPY BIRTH Of the PRINCE of SCOTLAND and WALES June the 10th 1688. A POEM by William Niven late Master of the Musick School of Inverness in Scotland and now Practitioner of the Harpsicon Flute and Flagelet at Deans-Court in Old-Bayly-street in London GREAT SIR the Heav'ns did wish'd for Tydings bring On Christ's own day for Joy all Loyals Sing And at Your Sacred Feet their presents fling Pardon me then by Love to shuffle in The Widdows Mite and my Muse Dream begin Me Thought the ROSE and THISTLE seem'd to Die And mournful Sounds did from the HARP still flye In a Harsh Tone some did the Orange Cry Others spoke Danish most imperfectly And some did blow the OLIVERIAN Note A Commonwealth May the Pox be their Lot. May dropt her Tears because she did not bring The Glorious Flower that now doth Crown the Spring Me thought the Monsieurs Friskingly did Dance And Swore Time would French King make King of France The Hoggan Moggan Butter'd still their Throats To Teach all the Plantations their Dutch Notes Whilst Loyal-Hearts Kneeling at Heavens Shrine Did Invocate to send Thee Plant Divine Some Sordid Sotts did like to Thomas Prate In Unbelief and spoke they knew not what Most did forget that the Great Power Divine To Abraham made the Promis'd Seed to Shine Some Foolish Harpers Tun'd their Harp so high They seem'd to Play for Crown Antiquity Scotland Cry'd Credo took the t'other Bowl And Drank to th' Royal Hance with all Their Soul And still did say England with Patience Wait The King of Kings shall Happy make our Fate Your ROSE yet smells You have a MARY-GOLD Shall Cure Confusion and Great Joys unfold England with Joy did straight make this Reply My ROSE Revives just as it seem'd to dye The Fragrant Smells that it in Plenty yields Doth fill the Skies makes glad your Scottish Fields Do by your THISTLE prick those that Rebell I 'll Cure Confusion by my ROSES Smell If Devil-Rebellion enter some Saul's Heart Our David by the HARP will act his part Scotland I 'll wait the pleasure of Heav'ns King. Who Comfort and Great Joy to 's all will bring Straight by Command the happy Tenth of June Brought forth the Pearl Adorns the English Crown My Muse awak'd all was reduc'd to Joy Cannons did Roar the Cry was A Brisk BOY I joyn'd and said We 're Crown'd with Blessings now Let all the Nations to Jehovah Bow Thus fill'd with Joy I Run and could not Tarry Till I by these Apply'd the whole Hail MARY The Lord is with Thee and by Thee has Brought The Gemn Desired and the Pearl still Sought Let 's Cheerfully Contented Anthems Sing May MARY-GOLD such Pleasure yield each Spring Long live the PRINCE long live the QUEEN and KING AMEN With Allowance London Printed by Mary Thompson at the Entrance into Old-Spring-Garden â—n at Charing-Cross Anno Domini MDCLXXXVIII