A POEM ON THE CORONATION OF King JAMES II. AND His Royl Consort QUEEN MARY.
AT last the early Birds with tunfuell Lays
Proclaim'd the solemn, welcomest of Days,
But Phoebus rose not yet, since Charles was gone,
With whom he sate, he kept his Mourning on:
(Charles! Heaven's glad Burthen now, and justest Pride,
Who sits Enthron'd next his Great Father's side.)
[Page 2] And now the weeping Skies with Clouds o'erspread,
Paid its last Tribute to the Royal Dead,
The Sun broke out with an unusual Ray,
And with new Beams bedect the smiling Day;
He saw th' incircled Heads, and darting down
Blest with a Lambent heat the Dazling Crown.
He saw the Pomp, and Blushing did confess
In adding Lustre, He receiv'd no less.
The weighty Emblem of a Crown more bright
Lifts the Great Bearer higher from our sight;
Adds an Eighth Genius to the brighter Heav'n,
But Fixst, not wandring as the other Sev'n.
Such is his Valour, and his vast Success,
You'd think him more a Man, were they but less;
But onely Gods (like Mighty JAMES) are They
Who know no Limits to their Earthly sway.
But since to paint Perfection we cant' raise
Our Thoughts to equal height, he's less'ned by our Praise:
On then, Great Prince; with one united Ray
The Sun and you together Rule the Day;
While your Fair Consort dect with Paler Light
Successively with Phoebe Rules the Night.
Blest with such rich Advantages as these
A JAMES and MARY, Victory and Peace;
How Happy Albion do'st thou seem to be!
Thy Fate is to be envied ev'n by Thee.
FINIS.