ODE ON THE KING's Birth-Day,

HAil! Hail, thou Blest, thou most Auspicious Day,
On which broke forth such an Illustrious Ray,
As has o'er Europe since dispers'd his Light,
And every Day still grows more Gloriously bright.
The Hope of Europe dawn'd when he arose;
Oh happy was that Morn;
Blest was the Princely Womb did him disclose:
Let Golden Letters this great Day adorn,
Which brought Him forth whom by Heav'n design'd,
Cho. The Vniversal Champion of Mankind.
First, Belgia felt His Influence,
Which ere His Noon He amply did dispence;
When groaning underneath the Gallick Pow'r,
What Nassau first did raise, this Nassau did restore:
And 'twas a Work of full as great a Weight,
Of His who did Redeem, as His who did Create.
Then Britain felt His Pow'rful Beams,
Eclips'd, and in her last Extreams,
He shed about His Heat and Light,
And Vigour did impart
To ev'ry English Heart,
He soon dispell'd all Clouds of Night,
And Britain now again shines bright.
He invaded her with Liberty,
And set the Laws and Gospel free.
Cho. Oh Britain these great Acts He did for thee.
Inflam'd by Him your Ancient Warlike Name,
Which you had gain'd under Victorious Kings,
Is now restor'd with Never-dying Fame,
And loudly through the World your Valour rings,
Which you had lost in vile inglorious Peace,
Under soft Princes drown'd in Vice and Ease,
He wak'd you from your sordid Lethargy:
Cho. Oh Britain, These great Acts H' has done for Thee!
Destroy'd be then that Vip'rous Brood,
Who would their Mothers Bowels tear;
Or would oppose thy Hero's Good,
By whom thou dost thy Honours bear;
By whom our Liberties and Lives,
Our Goods, our Children, and our Wives,
Our Altars and our Fires defended are.
He does to thickest Crowds of Foes,
His Sacred Breast for us expose:
Oh may His Toyls and Dangers cease;
And His Keen Sword give Europe Peace;
That Circled in His Sweet MARIA's Arms,
He may be free from Rough Alarms;
And in wise Sway His Mind employ,
And all the Calm Delights of Peace enjoy.
Blest be the Day which joyn'd this Royal Pair,
The Wise and Valiant, with the Good and Fair.
And on that Day may Heav'n for ever smile,
On which they both espous'd this Happy Isle.
Small Cho.
Long may They Live in Happiness!
Long may They Reign with Glory and Success!
They one another, and We Them, possess.
Gen. Cho.
Let Vs to Heav'n Our Praises loudly sing,
For such a Gracious QVEEN, for such a Glorious KING.

Printed for Francis Saunders, at the Blew Anchor in the Lower Walk of the New Exchange. 1692.

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