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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36955	Albion's blessing a poem panegyrical on His Sacred Majesty, King William the III, and on his happy return, and the publishing the late glorious peace / written by Mr. D'Urfey.	D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.	1698 (1698)	Wing D2699; ESTC R36127	4,592	16

Groves of Lawrel from the Mighty Theam Thou lovely Park where Herds of Kings may dwell Pal'd in with Sea and be Invincible Which the Eternal seem'd his own to Fence Untir'd with the Creating Excellence Before the courser Mold had its Decree To form the common Herb or Flower or Tree How wilt thou Fall into what low Disgrace How wilt thou Sink degeneratly Base If Cowardise Infect thy Marine Race When equal Fleets on Neptune's Green appear And Britain's recreant Sons shrink back for Fear Who would not think the End of all things near When Mammon's shining Daughter too was by For whom they destin'd are to Live and Die Who seem'd to say See here your glittering Gains Come on Attaque and Take me for your Pains Propitious Gales have brought me to your View Fate makes this Present as your Monarch's Due I am a Treasure is reserv'd for you With such a Beauty uninjoy'd to part Shame to our Nation must be want of Heart Oh! from thy Tomb Great Ossory arise And with thy awful Shadow blast their Eyes Haunt him in Dreams and may his Face appear So Pale the rest may Blush to see his Fear And Charm'd with conscious Shame in future Fight Do Albion and its Injur'd Off-spring Right But let his brave Opposer find Regard His Conduct Praise with Fame his Worth Reward Smile on him as a generous Enemy And let the others Shame his Glory be Who thro' the Main and watching Fleets made way And brought his Master safe the shining Prey Nobly Great Lewis bravely hast thou Reign'd And against Europe a long War maintain'd So safe in Councels in thy Chiefs so blest Injustice seem'd like Right by thy Success No Cause could thy ambitious Will protract Whatever thou would'st Order they would Act Mighty thy Soul tho' driv'n to last Distress When Ruine had succeeded want of Peace Yet Grief seem'd Joy and Despair look'd like Ease A Look from thee thy Subjects Hearts could Fire Who well perform'd their Charge and thy Desire Whilst black Destruction glaring in our View Seem'd to make Nostredam's Predictions true Till the blest Genius that takes Care of Kings Shading both Empires underneath its Wings Inspir'd Great Nassaw with a generous Will To stop fermenting Rage and future Ill He Stemm'd the Torrent Fighting Peace obtain'd And made a Potent Foe a Glorious Friend In all Degrees of frail Humanity And vicious Nature must great Errors be But Sense in the distress of Thought is lost To know that stubborn Albion breeds the most The Quality of every strange Offence Justly so much enrages Providence That Sacred Mercy after Crimes so base Seems Imposition upon heavenly Grace T' observe what Jarrs the Bane of all Content Amongst themselves her impious Sons Foment Who now tho' beyond Expectation Blest Can yet through strong Perverseness take no Rest Want Power to know and utter what they Ail And Plague themselves to invent Cause to Rail Discord that springs from anxious Doubts and Fear Is the unwelcome Harmony we hear And harsh provoking Jarrs 'twixt Friend and Friend Brings each successive Day to its sad End Curst Bigott'ry the Play did first begin Till Revolution chang'd the Ill-wrought Scene To bring us all a happy Freedom in Now Pride the Humour of each Grumbler here Proves like the Nature of the Clime and Air For as th' Inconstant Weather instantly Can change from Hot to Cold from Moist to Dry So they from Rebels can turn Loyal Men Set up a King and boldly prove his Right Zealously for him Vote and for him Fight And at the least Disgust can Rebels turn agen Reflect in time ye Sons of Discontent Suppress your Spleen and e're too late Repent Tho' Royal Mercy now do's Mild appear Stern Justice if you tempt will be severe Be Blind no more thro' Fame's Perspective see Albion's unparalell'd Felicity Fix'd in her present Monarch's Bravery In whose Auspicious and Illustrious Reign Our long-lost Genius do's return again The Hero's of past Ages present seem Edward and Mighty Henry live in him Henry and William fated are the same There 's a Prophetick Power even in the Name Which do's to all Misteriously shew The Latter like the First should Triumph too Whose Glory 's greater by the Peace he brings Than Fame could give our most Victorious Kings Oh! that the Darling of the Sacred Nine To blaze his Name could make my Verse Divine Ador'd Nassaw But oh to Praise is vain 'T would Tire best Pens and Crack the soundest Brain Th' extream of Art adorn'd with nicest Wit His mighty Character has never Writ Do all they can they must leave something yet Call him Deliv'rer let Eusebia kneel And shew the Wounds she did so lately feel The bleeding Breast his Sovereign Balm did heal And then in Prayer her grateful Homage shew Alas 't is still a Sacrifice too low Or stile him Pious Generous Valiant Wise Who beyond Virgil or great Pindar flies Will reach his Fame no more than Mole-hills do the Skies Strict Morral Vertue do's his Breast controul And there Raigns in him a true Kingly Soul Not sway'd by Avarice or Luxury Tyrannic Lust nor wretched Bigott'ry But firm to Honour true to his great Trust And to the meanest of his Subjects Just So ready in the dangerous Hunt of War As if he took more Pleasure in 't than Care His Royal Heart mix'd with the common File Nor wears the Wreath unless he shares the Toil But to retrieve the Glory of our Nation Still pushes forward on each brave Occasion And his successful Valour proves without Predestination Your joyful Thanks then Loyal Britains pay With Shouts and Welcomes meet him on the way And now the Hero comes with Blessings crown'd The Soul of Peace as well as War renown'd As in Creation when the Eternal's Hand Finish'd the Elements the Sea and Land The Six Days mighty Labour being o'repass'd Sabboth was order'd as a Day of Rest So wearied with good Works maturely Great May he in happy Albion fix his Seat And if such Vertue can decline to Fate Grant gracious Heaven it way be very late FIFIS * The Czar of Muscovy * Mr. Dryden who seeing a Scetch of her gave this Motto Post fulmina primum * The Church