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An ode upon the happy return of King Charles II to his languishing nations, May 29, 1660 by James Shirley : composed into music by Dr. Coleman.
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AN ODE UPON THE HAPPY RETURN OF King Charles II. TO His LANGVISHING NATIONS May 29. 1660. By JAMES SHIRLEY Gent. Composed into Musick by Dr. Coleman Et capitur minimo Thuris Honore Deus LONDON Printed 1660 To the King I. ANd is there one Fanatique left in whose Degenerate Soul a thought can stray And by the witchcraft of a cloud oppose This Bright so long expected Day Whence are these wild effects of Light Emergent from our tedious night Oh! can it be those life-creating beams That warm the Earth and gild our streams Purging th' infected air our eyes and mind Making even Moles themselves to see should strike these poor men blind II. It will convert an Atheist to a faith Of the Creation no less strange Will he believe our Chaos when he hath Read the Miracles of our change In such a rout was all our Frame Of things until the Fiat came Stoop and lay down thy reason trifling man After a dark Abysse to shew his face VVhen natures stifl'd in the deep came gliding to their place III. â—ut wonder cease the Altars call to burn With thanks and vows what sacrifice â—an be enough great Pricne for your return VVho are the Joy of Hearts and Eyes Our dutie 's paid to him that is The Spring of Your and all our bliss Let us to Loyal Monk some trophies bring To whom next God we owe the King Our peace Princes and may you think fit VVhilest on Your Head three Crowns on his as many garlands sit IV. Now welcome Royal Sir our bells impart And piles of wood but heat and noyse Then take it from the language of a heart Whose crowd of wishes break into a voice And thus do upward fly May all That pious men can think or call A blessing wait and watch about your throne Live long our glorious King and be your own And when time faint with years points to the Biere Find it no loss to be in Heaven and Charles the second there James Sherley TO THE PEOPLE WElcome thou happy day in which was born The pledge of all our Joy the Prince Welcome again the same white happy morn Although sad thirty winters since And now I sing That Prince our King The cure of all our wounds is He. Guns every Bell And Bone-fires tell His safe return our Island round Nothing but Charles King Charles resound A joyful sight to see â—he Major and Train of Scarlet-Brethren ride To meet the King next them we told â—ve hundred more all in their plush and pride And Chains you may believe were gold Conduits made fine Pist Claret wine The Troops and Trumpets were hard by Buff and gold lace As thick as grass Triumphant march to and agen Some gallant horse some gallant men A joyful sight to see â—â—e Dutch at this strange turning of the stream VVill be our Trouts another while â—ur King Common-wealth's all one to them So they may keep their Fishing still Purchase and prey And Spawn at Sea But oh the French that were so free Pardonne moy Excuse their joy The Exil'd CHARLES this day is come VVho may send all the Pedlars home A joyful sight to see The Irish that in Usquebauh did pledge His Birth their jolly tunes give ore A Lord not now is master of a Hedge Scarce bonny clabbor within door But you that were No Rebel there May re-assume your merry glee And change your tone Of Hone oh Hone VVhen you shall hear a voice proclaim Back to the Province whence you came A joyful sight to see The Scots like honest Men Hosanna crie They knew his Father mickle well And say God save the King Amen say I From such as have the trick to sell There are some few That are true blew The VVelsh with joy transported be Plutter and Nails Pless Prince of Wales VVho now is King and pright as star Upon the top of Penmenmaure A joyful sight to see But oh the Landlord of the Rich Peru Is sayling with his golden Fleet And in a sea of pure Canary too To land his Oar at Charles his feet Rouse from your shade Dull men of Trade The storms are laid the seas are free A peace with Spain Brings all again You shall like Grandes march in state And swim in Rios de la Plate A joyful sight to see That Hand that brought our best of Kings and Men Now fix him in his Royal Throne That Knaves may never preach him out agen Nor us into Rebellion 'T is our turn now To Vote and Vow And Justice cry our streets throughout So. Charles God bless Queen Dukes no less And Monk who has thrown off his Hood And by his Prudence without blood Brought all these things about FINIS