England's Triumph: OR, A POEM ON THE ROYAL CAMP At Hounslow-Heath.
HEre, here the Blessed Albion's Glory see;
Here, here the Blessed Albion's Worthies be;
Here may you see God Mars's Seat of Pride,
And the Unconquer'd JAMES in Triumph Ride,
Who all Great Europes Monarchs has Out-vy'd.
Jove seemeth pleas'd to be; yet seems to Wonder
He should so briskly immitate his Thunder!
But hold! See how our Monarch gains Renown,
When with His Mart'al Pomp Encircl'd Round;
But if They cover all the Spac'ous Plain,
And add ten thousands more to fill the Train,
Yet Mighty JAMES, not half Your Army's here,
Heavens Guard'an Angels i'th' List appear,
They lead the Van, and Yours bring up the Rear.
'Tis true, Mortals we know Yours are, but when
We them behold, we scarce can think 'em Men.
In them Immortal sparks of Heav'nly Fire
Do glow: And their Heroick Souls aspire
At Nobler Acts than e're their Sires Achiev'd:
Their Courage is far Greater than believ'd.
Thou now for State they are Encamp'd in Peace,
They breath all Fire and Conquest, ne're to cease.
How wou'd the mutual Shouts of Joy Accord,
To see Great JAMES unsheath His Conqu'ring Sword,
To Quell some Mighty Foe, that all might see
The Worlds Great Worthies Crown'd with Victory;
While each that in the meanest Rank does stand,
Is able in a moment to Command.
The Earth whereon they stand seems proud to grow;
The Trees at ev'ry Word do Cringe and Bow;
The Hills and Valleys all rejoyce and Sing,
And seem to Echo forth, Long Live the KING;
Thames views the Field, and passing by, doth say,
I'le surely Wait upon You twice aday.
Neptune Himself and Thetis are afraid
Great JAMES should his Unconquer'd World Invade.
Droop, Grinning Envy, droop, no more disgrace
The Royal Line, nor fly in JAMES's Face;
Confounded be; and Horrour pierce thy [...]reast;
In lasting Agitation take no Rest;
Nor let thy Bas'lisk Eyes the Sume're see,
Till thou'ast disbanded all Disloyalty.
Nay Weep more Tears than drops of Water be
Within the Briny Sea, to think that He
Whom thou hast Curst, and Crost, and so much wrong'd,
Now Soars above thy Reach, and Great, Desies
What ever thou canst basely Enterprize.
O never, never more thy Prince provoke,
But Grace from all the Pow'rs of Heav'n Invoke.
See Lucifer i'th' deep Abyss of Hell:
Be Warn'd by him, thou'lt never more Rebel.
England's Great King on Earth so Reigns in Peace,
As shews us all our future Happiness.
But former Hero's I perhaps offend,
In striving thus our Caesar to Commend:
For here's requir'd a Stren'ous Homer's Quill,
A Spencer's Pen, and brave Apelles Skill;
But shou'd all these attempt, and thousands more,
Their Verse wou'd look but like to Gold in Oare:
For as the Sun above the Stars do shine,
Drawing its Luster from the Pow'rs Divine;
Ev'n so does He above all Mortals Sway:
Heav'n with a Greater never Crown'd the Day.
Stay, stay, and to the CAMP return again,
Once more to View that Great and Glor'ous Train.
Where Thousands more do daily hither come,
To see the Terrour of all Christendom.
But now, just now, came flying to my Ear,
Orders were come, that all must disappear;
The Horse, I see, are all Decamp'd and gone,
The Town cries out, O Lord, We're all Ʋndone!
Come, come, let each his Hand lay on his Sword,
Ready to Draw, when JAMES shall give the Word.
Then, then despond not, but All Faithful be
To Grac'ous Faith-defending Majesty:
By Victory gain Honour to our King,
While Echo's to His Mighty Triumphs Ring.
FINIS.
This may be Printed,
Aug. 13. 1686.
R. P.
LONDON, Printed, and are to be Sold by Randall Taylor near Stationers-Hall, MDCLXXXVI.