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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B03671	To the best of monarchs, His Majesty of Great Britain, &c. Charles the second, A gratulatory poem on the most happy arrival of his most excellent Majesty, Charles the second, by the grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland, who landed at Dover, Friday, May 25. 1660. to the most unspeakable joy of his subjects.	Holland, Samuel, Gent.	1660 (1660)	Wing H2444A; ESTC R178085	1,475	1

To the best of MONARCHS His MAJESTY of GREAT BRITAIN c. CHARLES THE SECOND A GRATULATORY POEM On the most happy Arrival of His most Excellent Majesty CHARLES the Second by the Grace of God King of England Scotland France and Ireland who landed at Dover Friday May 25. 1660. to the most unspeakable Joy of His Subjects HEav'n at the Last hath heard my Prayers I stand Full of fair hopes to kiss my Princes hand And need no flames that may new heats infuse Zeal can create a Verse without a Muse The wounds I have receiv'd the years I 've spent The months l 've told in long imprisonment I look on now with Joy who would not be One day in Chains to be for ever free My Prayers are heard the King Himself is come The Grace and Glory of all Christendome 'T is He repairs our Breaches and restores The Land to safety and doth heal our Sores T is He that stroaks our Griefs and wipes our Eyes Sets us in order and doth make us wise For ne'r was Nation so before misled To court the Tail and make the Rump their Head Where are the Saints now that would fain be known To have no other Holydayes but their own Where are our cruel Regicids and all That petulant crew we ANABAPTISTS call Whose wild Religion and whose zeal doth border On Faction Ruine Falihood and Disorder Whose Gospel speaks it is too hard a thing To honour God and to obey the King And from their Bibles do expunge that Text As too obliging or too much perplext The day is now at hand that will declare What men of Conscience and what Saints they are Who still pursue oh most inhumane wrongs The Lords Anointed with their threatning tongues As if the Father slain they had not done Enough unless they massacred the Son This to prevent the King Himself draws nigh Full of His Cause His Eye with Majesty His Brow with thunders arm'd and on each hand The Youth of Heav'n in files unnumbred stand His glorious Guard for to the world be 't known That Heaven is pleas'd to make this Cause his own For who the King affront the like would do Toth ' KING of Kings could they come at Him too Now as the Sun when his absented light Approacheth neerer Day doth smile out right And the thick Vapours of the night do fly In guilty Tumults from his searching Eye So now the King in person hath begun To show himself like the Meridian Sun To shine in all his Glories and dispence Throughout the Land his powerfull Influence The clouds of bold Rebellion the false light Of falser zeal and Meteors of the Night The sullen Vapours and the Mists that made A great Confusion in so great a shade Shall waste before him as he comes our States Extreams to temper for it pleas'd the Fates Though others travaild in the work yet none Shall heal our Griefs but who our hearts did own Nor shall the North regain their antient worth But by that Monarch whom the North brought forth And Fame no sooner to our ears did bring The welcome story of our landed King But all the Lords and Gentry of the Land Made haste to wait upon his high Command So full their Trayn so gallant their Array As if their splendor would outshine the day Who all as soon as they the King displayd Who can imagine what a shout was made The glittering of their cloaths outvy'd the Suns Hats in the Ayr flew up Guns roard to Guns And Trumpets deafned Trumpets who 'd have thought These e're in arms against each other fought Th' outlandish that did mark it and stood by In our behalf all out aloud did cry Was never Nation now more blest than we Nor ever Monarch more admir'd then He. How great will be our growing Joys we may Presume will Crown his Coronation Day For to his matchless merit 't will be more Then ever King of ENGLAND had before At which since Heav'n and Earth with shouts doring Let Heaven and Earth say both GOD save the KING S. HOLLAND EDINBVRGH Re-printed by Christopher Higgins in Harts Close over against the Trone-Church 1660.