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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, withing to her guest
The peace of heaven, betook herself to reft.
Ten thousand angels on her slumbers wait,
With glorious visions of her future state.

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POEM on the PRINCE,

Born on the Tenth of June, 1688.

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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 fent us back to praise, who came to pray.

Just on the day, when the high-mounted sun
Did farthest in its northern progress run,
He bended forward, and even stretch'd the sphere
Beyond the limits of the lengthen'd year,
To view a brighter sun 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 seafons comes th’auspicious heir,
This age to blossom, and the next to bear.

Last folemn i fabbath 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.

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1 Whit-Sunday.

2 Trinity Sunday.

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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 fealt;
And on their facred anniverse decreed
To ftamp their image on the promis'd feed.
Three realms united, and on one bestow'd,
An emblem of their mystic union show'd :
The mighty trine the triple einpire 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 sins,
Ani 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 seraphs, and by turns the guard relieve ;
Thy father's angel, and thy father join,
To keep pofieffion, and fecure the line;
But long defer the honours of thy fate :
Great may they be like his, like his be late;
hat James his running century may view,
And give this fon an auspice to the new.

Cur 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 allusions may not rise fo high
Thus, when 5 Alcides rais'd his infant cry,
The snakes befieg'd his young divinity:

3 Alluding only to the common-wealth party, here and in other places of the poem.

See Revelations, chap. 12. verse 4.

Aicives was the son of Jupiter by Alcmena, Juno fent two ferpants to kill him in his cradle ; but he strangled them both, crying out vehemently at ihe same time,

But vainly with their forked tongues they threat;
For opposition makes a hero great.
To needíul fuccour ail the good will run,
And Jove affert the godhead of his son.

O ftill repining at your present state,
Grudging yourselves the benefits of fate,
Look up, and read in characters of light
A blessing sent you in your own despight.
The manna falls, yet that celestial bread
Like Jews you munch, and murmur while

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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 rest.

Tho'poets are not prophets, to foreknow What plan:s 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 sign, Which crown’d the conquering arms of Constantine : The 7 moon grows pale at that presaging fight, And half her train of stars ve lost their light.

Behold another 8 Sylvester, to bless The sacred standard, and secure success;

6 The sign of the cross, which was the military standard of Con-' Hantine, is here used to signify the Roman catholick religion, which king James wanted to eftablish. 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 loon overcome their falie fyftem.

8 The pope in James the Ild's time is here compared to him that governed the Romith church in the time of Conftantine.

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Large of his treasures, of a foul so 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 fought, 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 majettic face
Give awíu! joy: 'tis paradise to look
On the fair fronti piece of Nature's book :
If the first opening page so charms the fight,
Think how th’un olded 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 due.
See on his future subjects how he smiles,
Nor meaniy flatters, nor with craft beguiles;

9 King James the Ild.

í Si. Helen, mother of Constantine the great, was an Engli'. woman; and archbishop Uther 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 Scotland, is known by the name oi Lemnan ore.

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