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Whom would thy royal father sooner find,
In thy lov’d arms to his high lineage join'd,
Than him, whom such exalted virtues crown,
That he might think them copy'd from his own?
Who to the field equal defires did bring,
Love to his brother, service to his king.
Who Denmark's crown, and the anointed head,
Rescued at once, and back in triumph led,
Forcing his patrage through the flaughter'd Swede.
Such virtue him to thy great fire commends,
The best of princes, fubjects, brothers, friends!
The people's wonder, and the court's delight,
Lovely in peace, as dreadful in the fight !


such charms refift? The royal maid,
Loth to deny, is yet to grant afraid ;
But love, ftill growing as her fears decay,
Consents at last, and gives her heart away.

Now with loud triumphs are the nuptials crown’d,
And with glad fhouts the streets and palace sound !
Illustrious pair! see what a general joy
Does the whole land's united voice employ!
From you they omens take of happier years,
Recall lott hopes, and banish all their fears :
Let boding planets threaten from above,
And fullen Saturn join with angry Jove :
Your more auspicious flames, that here unite,
Vanquish the malice of their mingled light !
Ideaven of its bounties now shall lavish grow,
And in full tides unenvy'd blessings flow!


The shaken throne more surely fix'd shall stand,
And curs'd rebellion fly the happy land !

blest union civil discords cease,
Confufion turns to order, rage to peace !
So, when at first in Chaos and old Night
Hot things with cold, and moist with dry did fight,
Love did the warring feeds to union bring,
And over all things stretch'd his peaceful wing,
The jarring elements no longer strove,
And a world started forth, the beauteous work of Love !


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the indulgent Muse (the only cure

For all the ills afflicted minds endure, That sweetens forrow, and makes sadness please, And heals the heart by telling its disease) Vouchsafe her aid, we also will presume With humble verse t approach the sacred tomb; There flowing streams of pious tears will shed, Sweet incense burn, fresh flowers and odours spread, Our last fad offerings to the royal dead!

Dead is the king, who all our lives did bless! Our strength in war, and our delight in peace !





Was ever prince like him to mortals given !
So much the joy of earth, and care of heaven?
Under the pressure of unequal fate,
Of so ereEt a mind and foul so great!
So full of meekness and fo void of pride,
When borne aloft by Fortune's highest tide!
His kindly beams on the ungrateful foil
of this rebellious, stubborn, murmuring ille
Hatch'd plenty ; ease and riches did bestow,
And made the land with milk and honey flow!
Less bleft was Rome when mild Augustus sway'd,
And the glad world for love, not fear, obey'd.
Mercy, like heaven's, his chief prerogative!
His joy to fave, and glory to forgive !
Who lives, but felt his influence, and did share
His boundless goodness and paternal care ?
And, whilst with all th' endearing arts he strove
On every subject's heart to seal his love,
What breast so hard, what heart of human make,
But, foftening, did the kind impression take?
Belov'd and loving ! with such virtues grac'd,
As might on common heads a crown have plac'd !
How skill'd in all the mysteries of state !
How fitting to sustain an empire's weight !
How quick to know! how ready to advise !
How timely to prevent ! how more than senates wise!"
His words how charming, affable, and sweet!
How just his censure ! and how sharp his wit !
How did his charming conversation please
The bleft attenders on his hours of ease;

When gracioufly he deign'd to condescend,
Pleas'd to exalt a subject to a friend !
To the most low how easy of access !
Willing to hear, and longing to redress!
His mercy knew no bounds of time or place,
His reign was one continued act of grace!
Good Titus could, but Charles could never say,
Of all his royal life," he lost a day.”
Excellent prince ! O once our joy and care,
Now our eternal grief and deep despair !
O father! or if aught than father's more,
How shall thy children their fad loss deplore ?
How grieve enough, when anxious thoughts recall
The mournful story of their sovereign's fall ?
Oh! who that scene of sorrow can display ;
When, waiting death, the fearless monarch lay!
Though great the pain and anguish that he bore,
His friends' and subjects' grief affli&t him more!
Yet even that, and coming fate, he bears ;
But sinks and faints to see a brother's tears !
The mighty grief, that swell’d his royal breast,
Scarce reach'd by thought, can't be by words exprest!
Grief for himself! for grief for Charles is vain,
Who now begins a new triumphant reign,
Welcom'd by all kind spirits and saints above,
Who see themselves in him, and their own likeness love ..

What godlike virtues must that prince adorn,
Who can so please, while such a prince we mourn !
Who else, but that great He, who now commands
Th' united nation's voice, and hearts, and hands,


Could so the love of a whole people gain,
After so excellent a monarch's reign !
Mean Virtues after Tyrants may succeed
And please; but after Charles a James we need !
This, this is he, by whose high actions grac'd
The present age contends with all the past :
Him heaven a pattern did for heroes form,
Slow to advise, but eager to perform :
In council calm, fierce as a storm in fight !
Danger his sport, and labour his delight.
To him the fleet and camp, the sea and field,
Do equal harvests of bright glory yield !
Who can forget, of royal blood how free,
He did assert the empire of the sea ?
The Belgian fleet endeavour'd, but in vain,
The tempest of his fury to sustain ;
Shatter'd and torn before his flag they fly
Like doves, that the exalted eagle spy
Ready to stoop and seize them from on high.
He, Neptune-like (when froin his watery

Serene and calm he lifts his awful head,
And smiles, and to his chariot gives the rein),
In triumph rides o'er the asserted main!
Rejoicing crowds attend him on the strand,
Loud as the sea, and numerous as the fand;
So joy the many : but the wiser few
The godlike prince with filent wonder view :
A joy, too great to be by voice exprest,
Shines, in each eye, and beats in every breast :



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