From the same point of heav'n their course advance,
And move in measures of their former dance;
Thus after length of ages she returns,
Restor❜d in you, and the same place adorns;
Or you perform her office in the sphere,
Born of her blood, and make a new Platonic year.
O true Plantagenet! O race divine!
(For beauty still is fatal to the line)
Had Chaucer liv'd that angel-face to view,
Sure he had drawn his Emily from you ;
Or had you liv'd to judge the doubtful right,
Your noble Palamon had been the Knight;
And conqu❜ring Theseus from his side had sent
Your gen'rous lord to guide the Theban government.
Time shall accomplish that; and I shall see
A Palamon in him, in you an Emily.
Already have the Fates your path prepar'd,
And sure presage your future sway declar'd.
When westward, like the sun, you took your way,
And from benighted Britain bore the day,
Blue Triton gave the signal from the shore,
The ready Nereids heard, and swam before
To smoothe the seas; a soft Etesian gale
But just inspir'd, and gently swell'd the sail;
Portunus took his turn, whose ample hand
Heav'd up the lighten'd keel, and sunk the sand,
And steer'd the sacred vessel safe to land.
The land, if not restrain'd, had met your way,
Projected out a neck, and jutted to the sea.
Hibernia, prostrate at your feet, ador'd,
In you, the pledge of her expected lord,
Due to her isle; a venerable name,
His father and his grandsire known to fame :
Aw'd by that house, accustom❜d to command,
The sturdy Kerns in due subjection stand,
Nor bear the reins in any foreign hand.
At your approach they crowded to the port,
And, scarcely landed, you create a court:
Wip'd all the tears of three campaigns away.
Blood, rapines, massacres, were cheaply bought;
So mighty recompense your beauty brought.
As when the dove, returning, bore the mark
Of earth restor❜d to the long-lab'ring ark,
The relics of mankind, secure of rest,
Ope'd ev'ry window to receive the guest,
And the fair bearer of the message blest:
So when you came, with loud repeated cries, 75
The nation took an omen from your eyes,
And God advanc'd his rainbow in the skies,
To sign inviolable peace restor❜d;
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The saints, with solemn shouts, proclaim the new ac-
When at your second coming you appear, 80
(For I foretel that millenary year)
The sharpen'd share shall vex the soil no more,
But Earth, unbidden, shall produce her store;
The Land shall laugh, the circling Ocean smile,
And Heav'n's indulgence bless the holy isle.
Heav'n from all ages has reserv'd for you
That happy clime which venom never knew ;
Or if it had been there, your eyes alone
Have pow'r to chase all poison but their own.
Now in this interval which Fate has cast
Betwixt your future glories and your past,
This pause of pow'r, 'tis Ireland's hour to mourn,
While England celebrates your safe return,
By which you seem the seasons to command,
And bring our summers back to their forsaken land.
The vanquish'd isle our leisure must attend,
Till the fair blessing we vouchsafe to send ;
Nor can we spare you long, tho' often we may lend.
The dove was twice employ'd abroad before
The world was dry'd, and she return'd no more.100
Nor dare we trust so soft a messenger,
New from her sickness, to that Northern air;
Rest here a while, your lustre to restore,
That they may see you as you shone before;
For yet th' eclipse not wholly past, you wade 105 Through some remains and dimness of a shade.
A subject in his prince may claim a right, Nor suffer him, with strength impair'd, to fight: Till force returns his ardour we restrain, And curb his warlike wish to cross the main. Now past the danger, let the learn'd begin Th' inquiry, where disease could enter in ? How those malignant atoms forc'd their way?[prey? What in the faultless frame they found to make their Where ev'ry element was weigh'd so well, That Heav'n alone, who mix'd the mass, could tell Which of the four ingredients could rebel; And where, imprison'd in so sweet a cage, A soul might well be pleas'd to pass an age.
And yet the fine materials made it weak ; Porcelain, by being pure, is apt to break : E'en to your breast the sickness durst aspire, And, forc'd from that fair temple to retire, Prophanely set the holy place on fire.
In vain your lord, like young Vespasian, mourn'd,
When the fierce flames the sanctuary burn'd:
And I prepar'd to pay in verses rude,
A most detested act of gratitude;
E'en this had been your elegy, which now
Is offer'd for your health, the table of my vow. 130 Your angel, sure, our Morley's mind inspir'd,
To find the remedy your ill requir'd;
As once the Macedon, by Jove's decree,
Was taught to dream an herb for Ptolomee:
Or Heav'n, which had such over-cost bestow'd, 135
As scarce it could afford to flesh and blood,
So lik'd the frame, he would not work anew,
To save the charges of another you.
Or by his middle science did he steer,
And saw some great contingent good appear, 140
Well worth a miracle to keep you here?
And for that end preserv'd the precious mould,
Which all the future Ormonds was to hold;
And meditated, in his better mind,
An heir from you who may redeem the failing kind.
Bless'd be the pow'r which has at once restor'd The hopes of lost succession to your lord! Joy to the first and last of each degree, Virtue to courts, and what I long'd to see, To you the Graces, and the Muse to me!
O daughter of the Rose! whose cheeks unite
The diff'ring titles of the Red and White;
Who heav'n's alternate beauty well display,
The blush of Morning and the Milky way;
Whose face is paradise, but fenc'd from sin,
For God in either eye has plac'd a cherubin.
All is your lord's alone: e'en absent he
Employs the care of chaste Penelope.
For him you waste in tears your widow'd hours,
For him your curious needle paints the flow'rs: 160
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