FAREWEL, great Charles, monarch of bleft renown, And loving power, did crown'd with meeknefs fit; His awful perfon reverence engag'd, With mild addrefs and tendernets allwag'd: Dees both cominand our fear, and win our love. With wonders born, by miracles preferv'd, A heavenly Hoft the infant's cradle serv'd : And men his healing empire's omen read, When fun with ftars, 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 spirits dwell, Abhorr'd the men, that could fuch worth expel. To fpare our lives, he meekly did defeat Thofe Sauls, whom wand'ring affes made so great ; Waiting till heaven's election fhould be shown, And the Almighty should his unction own. And own he did—his powerful arm difplay'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 storms appeas'd, Did greater bleffings, than he took, afford; England itself was more, than he, restor❜d. Unhappy Albion, by ftrange ills opprefs'd, In various fevers toft, could find no reft; Quite fpent and weary'd, to his arms fhe fled, And refted on his fhoulders 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 endlefs wars, made difcords ceafe, Reftor'd to quict, and maintain'd in peace. A mighty A mighty series of new time began, And rolling years in joyful circles ran. Then wealth the city, business fill'd the port, Their riches here in floating caftles ride. In the ftill gentle voice he lov'd to speak, Yet |