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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04750	A poem of congratulation on the happy return of His Grace James Duke of Monmouth. 1679.		1679 (1679)	Wing P2682; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[92]; ESTC R35110	1,230	1

A POEM of Congratulation On the Happy Return of His Grace JAMES Duke of Monmouth 1679. WELCOM Illustrious Monmouth to our Shore Thy Foes were Rich and all thy Friend were Poor In thy late Absence Britain now can smile Since thy Return from thy too long Exile Charles we acknowledge and with thanks can tell Hath check'd thy Foes and chear'd thy Lovers well This while thou 'st left us and for Charles his sake Thee from those Forein Shores with Joy we take Thou from Great Charles thy Sacred Bloud didst draw And Charles his Bloud all English Hearts doth awe Thee we respect for Him and surely those That Thee neglect would Majesty oppose Heav'n rais'd thy Grace a Prop to England's Throne And all love Thee that would preserve their Own Go to thy Father Monmouth He can shew What Love his Subjects to thy Worth do owe To Him as God our Pray'rs at first we send Then thou our Wishes hast because his Friend O that my Thoughts that Joy could understand That fills each Heart since thou hast touch'd our Land O that my Pen those Raptures could recite Which thy dear Presence in our Hearts doth write But Thoughts and Pens and Tongues are all too weak Guns Bells and Bonfires best our meaning speak Cambridge exults at thy revers'd Exile Cambridge alas Thou gladdest all our Isle All those large Realms o're which thy Father sways Are glad at thy good Fate in these sad days Next Heav'n and Charles we trust in Thee alone Since thou next Heav'n defendest Charles his Throne Bless me where am I I no place can spy That hath no joyful Heart or smiling Eye Or shouting Tongue whose Volleys rend the Sky O may this Omen of our Joy foretell That England shall from thy Return do well O may this Tide of Mirth o'reswell its Banks To Charles in Loyalty to Heav'n in Thanks Long O too long have Forein Lands detain'd Thy wish'd for Self Long have our Foes prophan'd Good Charles his Mercy when He sent thee hence And call'd that Justice which was thy Defence Yet what Defence indeed could Monmouth want Whose Conscience is of proof whom none can daunt In Arms whose Force our English Seas secur'd And who though banish'd was with Hearts immur'd Here thou hast been though thou hast been away Here still though Absent till this Happy Day Lord what said France What Shouts to Heav'n she sent When Monmouth first she heard in Banishment Lord what said Scotland Rebel Scots I mean When this Great Hero was at Utrecht seen What fresh Alarms did Conventicles breath How did they wait for more Archbishops death But what said England Oh what Tears she shed How did her Face grow pale her Eyes grow red How did she lose her Heart and hang her Head Monmouth said she ah Monmouth now is gone And more she said But England leave thy moan Monmouth's return'd again Monmouth's come home With Monmouth Joy and Peace and Quiet 's come Where fly ye Papists Oh they fly to Rome Hail Sacred Charles By Heav'n 't was thus design'd Thy Bloud shall all these Evil Spirits bind Allay our Terrors and asswage our Grief And to our dying Weal send kind relief What to thy Son we give we owe to thee Our Joy our Health Wealth and Security For Thou gavest Him by whom these things we see May Charles as well in his true Monmouth trust As English Verse to Monmouth's Name is just Vive le Roy le Duc de Monmouth FINIS