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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A38707	Eucharisticon, or, An heroick poem upon the late thanksgiving day, which was the vigil or fast of St. Simon and St. Jude		1700 (1700)	Wing E3387; ESTC R9099	7,806	16

Eucharisticon OR An Heroick POEM upon the late Thanksgiving-day which was the Vigil or Fastof St. Simon and St. Jude 'T Was on the Evening of that Day That very memorable Day The Twenty Seventh of October When none but Jacobites were sober That we beheld the Blessed sight Of Glorious Eucharistick Light But that the Morn we may not wrong Which ushered in the Evening Song Nor th'Infant Day which grew so great After it was regenerate And re-baptiz'd by Proclamation And call'd Thanksgiving-day o' th' Nation We shall relate all that was done In open Face of Moon and Sun But first 't is fit that we rehearse In bold but grave Heroick Verse Why a Thanksgiving-day was chose What were the Reasons what the Cause And why it was resolv'd at last They 'd not Proclaim this Day a Fast First To the First we should begin And the Supports bring after in But since Supporting's out of fashion By the Wise Warlike Belgick Nation The Rear shall take the Advance Post And shew you how the Fast was lost In Council grave our Senators were met About th'important Bus'ness of the State Bus'ness so weighty that all Europe stood Hoping from hence the Stream of all their Good Great Things were mov'd and mighty Kingdoms flew Like sporting Bubbles round the God-like Crew They puft those Cares away but fell at last Upon the Bus'ness of the Monthly Fast The great Debate was this Whether 't was fit They should for longer time continue it Or else Adjourn or else Prorogue the Day Or throw their Pray'rs and Fastings quite away To this hard knotty Question it was said By a most Grave and Venerable Head That the Descent was baulk'd and Numur won And the Campaign in all appearance done That Heaven could not be now besieged in Form And 't was too late o' th' year to tak 't by Storm It would be fruitless too and serve their turns No more than Dixmuid does or little Furnes But in his Judgment if they 'd cast their Pray'r To Winter Quarters till the Spring o' th' year They might have need with all their strength to pray And then Proclaim a Weekly Fasting Day There was no answering to so plain a case But with low Bowes the Motion all embrace Strait they gave Orders that a Proclamation Should strictly charge this Praying Fasting Nation That it no more should trouble Heavens quiet Wit Pray'rs or Guts croaking for want of Dyet So much Devotion in this Age we find That were it not by publick Laws consin'd Our Publick Pray'rs and Fasts would strike us blind But see how vain all Mortal Councils are We Dream of Peace but feel th' Effects of War For scarce were these great Orders fully given Scarce the blank Sheet dy'd with the Stygian Leven When Charleroy cry'd out Oh help she cry'd The French are plying hard my leaky side Is this a time to give your Praying o'er When we are weltring in Confed'rate gore When whizzing Bullets and the roaring Bomb Gall us from Stem to Stern can you be dumb What hath your Arms what hath your Mony done Your Pray'rs are all that we depend upon She spake and the amazed Council heard her Tale They hung their Heads and look'd with envy pale Ah cursed French they cry'd cannot one Town Escape your lasting fury What renown Can you obtain what Honour get you by 't 'T is well our Mighty Monarch's out of sight Had he been nigh But 't is no time to talk Post to the Printer tell him we revoke Our late deliberate Orders we will Fast Whilst Gallick Bullets fly and Pray as fast But 't was to late for hasty Time had set His Iron Teeth upon the fatal Sheet But Fame as Goddesses have done before Came in the nick and brought a Story o'er That our most vigilant King was gone to fight And vow'd t' should not be lost out of his sight This News restored us and with swifter speed Fresh Posts were sent to tell there was no need To stop the Press But O ye Gods how short Are Mortal Joys how are we made your sport Like Tennis-Balls you toss us to and fro Or Shittlecocks driven from Foe to Foe Scarce was this Post dispatch'd when an Alarm Put all the Council in a new Vacarme For it was said our Conq'ror was retir'd And the unlucky Town again was fir'd Fast Fast the Council cry'd let 's Pray amain Fly to the Press and bid it stop again So on the top of Horeb Moses stood Out of whose flinty side he lash'd a Flood Aaron and Hur with him beheld the fight Between brave Joshua and th' Amalakite When he held up his Finger they prevail But when he let it down the Jews turn tail During this time Posts hurried through the Town And in their course fell'd one another down Flux and reflux of differing Councils dash'd And in rebounding Air their Orders clash'd So rose the Attoms from their Bed of Night And in confusion choak'd the new-born Light What heart could hold to see the sad Distractions Which had well-nigh o'er-whelm'd three potent Nations The French themselves took pity of our Fear And vow'd they 'd spare the Town 'till the next Year But now proclaim a Calm for once more Fame Post on a Gale of blust'ring Weather came And ' midst this hurly burly loudly sings A rest to us and to the best of Kings In short the King with all his Victories Had safely past the dangerous Northern Seas What wou'd y' have more We 've got our King at last And all must grant 't is now no time to fast Sing then my Muse a Halleluja Song Raise up thy Lute which was to Fasting strung Thanksgiving is thy Theme and lofty Ode And Eucharisticon thy charming Mode Great in the Field and subtle in Debate The King conven'd his Ministers of State Flanders was not nam'd there nor the Descent Whether it was or was not truly meant Nor did they speak of the great Siege of Dunkirk Nor of their Victory obtain'd at Steinkirk But not to spend our Oil and Time in dwelling On Negatives as I was now a telling We do affirm in short that the sole Cause Of this August and Grave Assembly was How to resolve on this Thanksgiving-Day For some still thought we had more Cause to pray These urg'd besides the Saints might think it rude To make a Feast upon the Fast of Jude But the Arch Haman whose Advice they took In all such Matters first his Noddle shook Then cry'd Great Sir Saints neither eat nor drink Nor do they care or know what Mortals think To fast before or else behind a Saint Or not at all we for Convenience grant But at the worst when three Fasts come together We may post-pone or else commute at pleasure Our gracious Queen God bless her when she spy'd How well this Man of God could thus divide Distinguish prove lay open and decide Well spoke she said my Vote concurs with yours Let sick