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And it was hasting on (we thought) Even to the last of ills—annihilation: When, in the midst of this confused night, Lo! the blest Spirit mov'd, and there was light; For, in the glorious General's previous ray, We saw a new-created day: We by it saw, though yet in mists it shone, The beauteous work of Order moving on. Where are the men who bragg'd that God did bless, And with the marks of good success Sign his allowance of their wickedness t Vain men! who thought the Divine Power, to find " : In the fierce thunder and the violent wind: God came not till the storm was past; In the still voice of Peace he came at last ! The cruel business of destruction May by the claws of the great fiend be done; Here, here we see th' Almighty's hand indeed, Both by the beauty of the work we see’t, and by the speed.

He who had seen the noble British heir,
Even in that ill, disadvantageous light
With which misfortune strives to abuse our sight—
He who had seen him in his cloud so bright—
He who had seen the double pair
Of brothers, heavenly good l and sisters, heavenly
fair —
Might have perceiv'd, methinks, with ease
(But wicked men see only what they please)

That God had no intent t'extinguish quite
The pious king's eclipsed right.
He who had seen how by the Power Divine
All the young branches of this royal line }
Did in their fire, without consuming, shine—
How through a rough Red-sea they had been led,
By wonders guarded, and by wonders fed—
How many years of trouble and distress
They'd wander'd in their fatal wilderness,
And yet did never murmur or repine;—
Might, methinks, plainly understand,
That, after all these conquer'd trials past,
Th' Almighty mercy would at last
Conduct them with a strong unerring hand
To their own Promis'd Land:
For all the glories of the earth
Ought to be entail'd by right of birth;
And all Heaven's blessings to come down
Upon his race, to whom alone was given
The double royalty of earth and heaven;
Who crown'd the kingly with the martyrs' crown.

The martyrs' blood was said of old to be
The seed from whence the Church did grow.
The royal blood which dying Charles did sow
Becomes no less the seed of royalty:
"Twas in dishonour sown;
We find it now in glory grown, ,
The grave could but the dross of it devour;
“'Twas sown in weakness, and 'tis rais'd in power.”
We now the question well decided see,
Which eastern Wits did once contest,
At the great Monarch's feast,
“Of all on earth what things the strongest be t”
And some for women, some for wine, did plead;
That is, for Folly and for Rage,
Two things which we have known indeed
Strong in this latter age;
But, as "t is prov'd by Heaven, at length,
The King and Truth have greatest strength,
When they their sacred force unite,
And twine into one right:
No frantick commonwealths or tyrannies;
No cheats, and perjuries, and lyes;
No nets of human policies;
No stores of arms or gold (though you could join
Those of Peru to the great London mine);
No towns; no fleets by sea, or troops by land;
No deeply-entrench’d islands, can withstand,
Or any small resistance bring
Against the naked Truth and the unarmed King.

The foolish lights which travellers beguile
End the same night when they begin;
No art so far can upon nature win }
As e'er to put-out stars, or long keep meteors in.
Where's now that Ignus fatuus, which ere-while
Misled our wandering isle
Where's the impostor Cromwell gone *
Where’s now that Falling-star, his son

Where 's the large Comet now, whose raging
So fatal to our monarchy became ;
Which o'er our heads in such proud horror stood,
Insatiate with our ruin and our blood
The fiery tail did to vast length extend;
And twice for want of fuel did expire,
And twice renew'd the dismal fire:
Though long the tail, we saw at last its end.
The flames of one triumphant day,
Which, like an anti-comet here,
Did fatally to that appear,
For ever frighted it away :
Then did th’ allotted hour of dawning right
First strike our ravish'd sight;
Which malice or which art no more could stay,
Than witches' charms can a retardment bring
To the resuscitation of the day,
Or resurrection of the spring.
We welcome both, and with improv'd delight.
Bless the preceding winter, and the night!

Man ought his future happiness to fear,
If he be always happy here—
He wants the bleeding marks of grace,

The circumcision of the chosen race.
If no one part of him supplies.
The duty of a sacrifice,
He is, we doubt, reserv'd intire
As a whole victim for the fire.

To those who never did ill-fortune know, The good does nauseous or insipid grow. Consider man's whole life, and you’ll confess }

Besides, ev’n in this world below, }

The sharp ingredient of some bad success
Is that which gives the taste to all his happiness.
But the true method of felicity
Is, when the worst
Of human life is plac'd the first,
And when the child's correction proves to be
The cause of perfecting the man:
Let our weak days lead up the van;
Let the brave Second and Triarian band
Firm against all impression stand:
The first we may defeated see;
The virtue and the force of these are sure of victory.

Such are the years,great Charles' which now we see
Begin their glorious march with thee:
I.ong may their march to heaven, and still tri-
umphant, bel
Now thou art gotten once before,
Ill-fortune never shall o'ertake thee more.
To see 't again, and pleasure in it find,
Cast a disdainful look behind ;
Things which offend when present, and affright,
In memory well-painted move delight.
Enjoy, then all thy’ afflictions now—
Thy royal father's came at last;
Thy martyrdom's already past:
And different crowns to both ye owe.

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