IX. Amidst that filent fhower, the royal mind An eafy paffage found, And left its facred earth behind : Nor murmuring groan expreft, nor labouring found, Nor any leaft tumultuous breath; Calm was his life, and quiet was his death. Soft as thofe gentle whispers were, In which th' Almighty did appear; By the still voice the prophet knew him there. That peace which made thy profperous reign to shine, That peace thou leav't to thy imperial line, That peace, oh happy fhade, be ever thine! X. For all thofe joys thy restoration brought, For all the healing balm thy mercy pour'd And care that after kept it found, Freedom which in no other land will thrive, For thefe and more, accept our pious praise; The prefent age can raise, The reft is charg'd on late pofterity. Pofterity Pofterity is charg'd the more, Because the large abounding ftore To them and to their heirs, is ftill entail'd by thee. Which chately in the channels ran, Equal almost to time in its extent, Through hazards numberless and great, Thou haft deriv'd this mighty bleffing down, And fixt the faireft gem that decks th' imperial crown: Not faction, when it fhook thy regal feat, Not fenates, infolently loud, Those echoes of a thoughtless crowd, Could warp thy foul to their unjust decree. XI. Be true, O Clio, to thy hero's name! That all who view, the piece may know; Write, that his annals may be thought more lavish than the Mufe. In fcanty truth thou haft confin'd The virtues of a royal mind, Forgiving, bounteous, humble, just, and kind : His converfation, wit, and parts, His knowledge in the noblest useful arts, Who, lighting him, did greater lights receive : XII. Amidst the peaceful triumphs of his reign, What wonder if the kindly beams he shed? Reviv'd the drooping arts again, If fcience rais'd her head, And foft humanity that from rebellion fled? Out of the folar walk and heaven's high way; With rank Geneva weeds run o'er, And cockle, at the beft, amidst the corn it bore: The royal husbandman appear'd, And plough'd, and fow'd, and till'd, The thorns he rooted out, the rubbish clear'd, When ftrait a double harvest rofe; Or paradife manur'd and dreft by hands divine. XIII. As XIII. As when the new-born phoenix takes his way, His rich paternal regions to survey, Of airy choristers a numerous train Attend his wondrous progress o'er the plain; So glorious did our Charles return; A gay harmonious quire like angels ever young: Of pureft and well-winow'd grain, As Britain never knew before. Though little was their hire, and light their gain, Fed from his hand, they fung and flew, Live bleft above, almost invok'd below; Our patron once, our guardian angel now. Who didft by wife delays divert our fate, Not quitting thy fupreme command, Thou held'st the rudder with a steady hand, Till fafely on the shore the bark did land: Charg'd with thyself and James, a doubly royal fraught. Oh frail estate of human things, And flippery hopes below! Now to our coft your emptiness we know : For 'tis a leffon dearly bought, Affurance here is never to be fought. The best, and beft-belov'd of kings, When scarce he had escap'd the fatal blow Death did his promis'd hopes destroy: He toil'd, he gain'd, but liv'd not to enjoy. So faints, by fupernatural power fet free, Such is the end of oft-repeated miracles. That queftion'd thy fupreme decree! Thou didst his gracious reign prolong, Twice twelve we number'd fince his bleft return : |