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FAREWEL, great Charles, monarch of bleft renown,

The best good man that ever fill'd a throne;
Whom Nature as her highest pattern wrought,
And mix'd both fexes virtues in one draught;
Wisdom for councils, bravery in war,

With all the mild good-nature of the fair.
The woman's fweetnefs, temper'd manly wit,
And loving power, did crown'd with meeknefs fit;
His awful perfon reverence engag'd,

With mild addrefs and tendernefs affwag'd:
Thus the almighty gracious King above,

Does both cominand our fear, and win our love.

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With wonders born, by miracles preferv'd, A heavenly Hoft the infant's cradle ferv'd: And men his healing empire's omen read, When fun with stars, and day with night agreed, His youth for valorous patience was renown'd; Like David, perfecuted first, then crown'd: Lov'd in all courts, admir'd where'er he came, At once our nation's glory, and its shame: They bleft the ifle where fuch great fpirits dwell, Abhorr'd the men, that could fuch worth expel. To spare our lives, he meekly did defeat Thofe Sauls, whom wand'ring affes made fo great; Waiting till heaven's election fhould be shown, And the Almighty should his unction own. And own he did- -his powerful arm display'd; And Ifrael, the belov'd of God, obey'd; Call'd by his people's tears, he came, he eas'd The groaning nation, the black ftorms appeas'd, Did greater bleffings, than he took, afford; England itself was more, than he, reftor❜d. Unhappy Albion, by ftrange ills opprefs'd, In various fevers toft, could find no rest ; Quite spent and weary'd, to his arms fhe fled, And rested on his shoulders her fair bending head. In conquefts mild, he came from exile kind; No climes, no provocations, chang'd his mind; No malice fhew'd, no hate, revenge, or pride, But rul'd as meekly, as his father dy'd; Eas'd us from endless wars, made discords cease, Reftor'd to quiet, and maintain'd in peace.

A mighty

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