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But, with affected yawnings at the close,
Seem'd to require her natural repose:
For now the streaky light began to peep;
And setting stars admonish'd both to sleep.
The dame withdrew, and, wishing to her guest
The peace of heaven, betook herself to rest.
Ten thousand angels on her slumbers wait,
With glorious visions of her future tate.
Born on the Tenth of JUNE, 1688.
UR vows are heard betimes, and heav'n takes care
To grant, before we can conclude the pray’r:
Preventing angels met it half the way,
And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
Just on the day, when the high-mounted sun
Did fartheft in its northern progress run,
He bended forward, and even itretch'd the sphere
Beyond the limits of the lengthen’d year,
To view a brighter fun in Britain born;
That was the business of his longest morn;
The glorious object seen, 'twas time to turn.
Departing Spring could only stay to shed
Her gloomy beauties on the genial bed,
But left the manly summer in her stead,
With timely fruit the longing land to chear,
And to fulfil the promise of the year.
Betwixt two seasons comes th' auspicious heir,
This age to blossom, and the next to bear.
Laft folemn i sabbath saw the Church attend,
The Paraclete in fiery pomp descend;
But when his wond'rous 2 octave roll'd again,
He brought a royal infant in his train.
So great a blessing to so good a king,
None but th'Eternal Comforter could bring.
Or did the mighty Trinity conspire,
As once in council to create our fire ?
It seems as if they sent the new-born guest
To wait on the procession of their feast;
And on their facred anniverfe decreed
To ftamp their image on the promis'd feed.
Three realms uniced, and on one beftow'd,
An emblem of their mystic union show'd :
The mighty trine the triple empire shar'd,
As every person would have one to guard.
Hail son of prayers! by holy violence
Drawn down from heaven; but long be banish'd thence,
And late to thy paternal skies retire:
To mend our crimes whole ages would require ;
To change th’inveterate habit of our fins,
And finish what thy godlike fire begins.
Kind heaven, to make us "nglishmen again,
No less can give us than a patriarch's reign.
The facred cradle to your charge receive,
Ye feraphs, and by turns the guard relieve;
Thy father's angel, and thy father join,
To keep poffe Mon, and secure the line;
But long defer the honours of thy fate :
Great may they be like his, like his be late;
That James his running century may view,
And give this son an auspice to the new.
Our wants exact at least that moderate stay:
For fee the 3 dragon winged on his way,
To watch the 4 travail, and devour the prey.
Or, if allufions may not rise so high
Thus, when 5 Alcides rais’d his infant cry,
The snakes besiegd his young divinity:
But vainly with their forked tongues they threat ;
For opposition makes a hero great.
To need ful succour all the good will run,
And Jove assert the godhead of his son.
O ftill repining at your present itate,
Grudging yourselves the benefits of fate,
Look up, and read in characters of light,
A biefling fent you in your own defpight.
The manna falls, yet that celestial bread
Like Jews you munch, and murmur while you feed.
May not your fortune be like theirs, exil'd,
Yet forty years to wander in the wild:
Or if it be, may Mofes live at least,
To lead you to the verge of promis'd reft.
Tho' poets are not prophets, to foreknow What plants will take the blight, and what will grow, By tracing heaven his footsteps may be found : Behold! how awfully he walks the round ! God is abroad, and, wond'rous in his ways, The rise of empires, and their fall surveys ; More, might I say, than with an usual eye, He sees his bleeding church in ruin lie, And hears the souls of saints beneath his altar cry. Already has he lifted high the 6 fign, Which crown’d the conquering arms of Constantine ; The 7 moon grows pale at that presaging fight, And half her train of stars have lost their light.
Behold another & Sylvefter, to bless The sacred standard, and secure success ;
6 The sign of the cross, which was the military standard of Conn ftantine, is here used to signify the Roman catholick religion, which -king James wanted to establish.
7 The Turks use a crescent for their arms; and are here introduced as grieving at the progress of popery, which as the true religion, must coon overcome their falle system.
• The pope in James the Ild's time is here compared to him that governed the Romith church in the time of Constantine.
Large of his treasures, of a soul fo great,
As fills and crowds his universal feat.
Now view at home a second 9 Conftantine;
(The former too was of the 1 British line)
Has not his healing balm your breaches clos'd,
Whose exile many sought, and few oppos’d?
O, did not heaven by its eternal doom
Permit those evils, that this good might come ?
So manifest, that e’en the moon-ey'd fects
See whom and what this Providence protects.
Methinks, had we within our minds no more
Than that one shipwreck on the fatal 2 ore,
That only thought may make us think again,
What wonders God reserves for such a reign.
To dream that chance his preservation wrought,
Were to think Noah was preserv'd for nought;
Or the surviving eight were not design'd
To people earth, and to restore their kind.
When humbly on the royal babe we gaze,
The manly lines of a majeilic face
Give awful joy: 'uis paradise to look
On the fair frontispiece of Nature's book :
If the first opening page so charms the fight,
Think how th’ unfolded volume will delight!
See how the venerable infant lies
In early pomp; how thro’ the mother's eyes
The father's foul, with an undaunted view,
Looks out, and takes our homage as his dué.
See on his future subjects how he smiles,
Nor meanly flatters, nor with craft beguiles;
9 King James the Ild.
í St. Helen, mother of Constantine the great, was an Engli”. woman; and archbihop Usher affirms, that the emperor himself was born in this kingdom.
2 The sandbank, on which the duke of York had like to have been lost in 1682, on his voyage to Scotiand, is known by the name of Lemman ore.