POEM ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE KING'S BIRTH.
FOR ever blest be this Auspicious Day,
Which did Great Orange to the World convey!
Destin'd by Heav'n that Glorious Race to run,
Which his Illustrious Ancestors begun.
This day inrich'd him with Maria's Charms,
A vast reward for his Victorious Arms.
This Day he visited fair Albion's shore,
Whom long she sigh'd and languish'd for before,
But none could less deserve, or need him more.
The only Prince on Earth could set her free,
From vilest Bondage and Idolatry.
Yet soon some base ungrateful Iews appear,
Who murmur at their Great Deliverer.
Whose Hearts to Onion Gods, and Garlick cleave,
And for their Apis the true God would leave.
Some for Preferment did at change aspire,
That's all the Reformation they desire.
These noysome Vapours, in the Bowels bred,
Could never mount so high t'affect the Head.
He, undisturb'd in Vertues Path, does go,
Wisely he Reigns, bravely Subdues the Foe;
Blest from above, he nothing fears below.
The Party lessens, so 'twill lose its Name;
Some his great Clemency has put to Shame,
While others yield to his Immortal Fame.
That him worst Foes ev'n seeming Friends must fear,
And most Malicious Enemies revere.
But he is sure the firm support to have,
Of all the Uncorrupted and the Brave.
And Male-contents, so weak, so little seem,
Themselves they may indanger, never him.
For shame Recant, and willingly Obey,
And bless Heav'ns Pow'r for this Important Day.
For us what Toyls, what Perils has he run!
Which might have the distressed World undone.
Above all Princes were the Great Nassaws,
Yet none of them had such a Glorious Cause.
Those bravely their own Country freed, and broke
The Spanish Fetters: This the Gallick Yoke,
Which Louis for all Europe had design'd:
Our King was sent by Heav'n t' inlarge Mankind.
His Warlike Actions will be all Renown'd,
But that o'th' Boyn with highest Glory Crown'd,
Where-ever Fame shall her loud Trumpet sound.
Go on, Brave Prince, and Heav'n your Person bless,
And your Victorious Troops with wisht Success.
Unhurt your Person be, unbroken they,
In Conquests fierce as you are mild in Sway.
You, Sir, were Born the Noblest Cause to try,
And nought can stop your process but the Sky;
To you shall Subjects Kneel, from you ill Princes flye.
May ev'ry day your God-like Pow'r increase,
And your Victorious Progress never cease,
Till you shall give the Suff'ring World a Peace.
When to the top of Glory you attain,
Which you by Righting Injur'd Nations Gain;
A long and healthful Life attend your prosp'rous Reign.
And never may you mount above the Skies,
Till from Lifes Feast you satisfy'd shall rise.