King CHARLES II.
Writ at that Time,
By the Right Honourable
Charles Montague,Baron Halifax.
Arewel, Great Charles, Monarch of Bleft
Renown,
The best Good Man, that ever fill'd a Throne
Whom Nature,as her highest Pattern wrought,
And mixt both Sexes Vertues in one Draught.
Wisdom for Councils, Bravery in War,
With all the mild Good-nature of the Fair.
The Woman's Sweetnefs temper'd Manly Wit, And Loving Power did Crown'd with Meeknefs fit;
His awful Perfon Reverence engag'd,
Which mild Address and Tenderness affwag'd:
Thus the Almighty Gracious King above,
Does both command our Fear, and win our -
Love.
With Wonders born, by Miracles preferv'd, A Heavenly Hoft the Infant's Cradle ferv'd, And Men His healing Empire's Omen read, When Sun with Stars, and Day with Night, agreed.
His Youth for valourous Patience was renown'd, Like David, perfecuted firft, then Crown'd. Lov'd in all Courts, admir'd where e'er he came, At once our Nation's Glory, and its Shame:
They bleft the Ifle, where fuch great Spirits dwell,
Abhorr'd the Men,that could such Worth expel. To fpare our Lives, He meekly did defeat Those Sauls, whom wand'ring Affes made fo
Waiting,till Heaven's Election should be shown,
And the Almighty fhould his Unition own;
And own He did----His powerful Arm display'd,
And Ifrael, the Belov'd of God, obey'd :
Call'd by His Peoples Tears, He came, He eas'd
The groaning Nation,the black Storms appeas'd:
Did greater Bleffings, than He took, afford,
England it Self, was more, than He, Reftor'd,
Unhappy Albion, by strange Ills opprest,
In various Feavers toft, could find no rest :
Quite fpent and wearied, to His Arms She fled,
And rested on His Shoulders, her fair bending
In Conquefts Mild, He came from Exile
No Crimes, no Provocations, chang'd His Mind:
No Malice fhew'd, no Hate, Revenge, or Pride,
But Rul'd as Meekly, as His Father Dy'd;
Eas'd us from endlefs Wars, made Discords cease,
Reftor'd to Quiet, and maintain'd in Peace:
A mighty Series of new Time began,
And rowling Years in joyful Circles ran.
Then Wealth the City, Bufinefs fill'd the Port,
To Mirth our Tumults turn'd,our Wars to sport:
Then Learning flourish'd blooming Arts did
fpring,
And the glad Mufes prun'd their drooping wing.
Then did our flying Towers Improvement know,
Who now Command as far as Winds can blow.
With Canvas Wings round all the Globe they
Lim
And, built by Charles His Art, all Storms defie :
Fill Us with Wealth, and with our Fame the
From whofe Diftractions Seas do us divide;
Their Riches here in floating Castles ride.
We reap the fwarthy Indian's Sweat and Toil,
Their Fruit, without the Mischiefs of thei Scil.
Here in cool Shades their Gold, and Pearls re-
ceive,
Free from the heat, which does their luftre give.
In Perfian Silks, eat Eastern Spice; fecure
From burning Fluxes, and their Calenture.
Under our Vines upon the peaceful Shore,
We fee all Europe toft, hear Tempefts roar :
Rapine, Sword, Wars, and Famine rage abroad,
While Charles their Hoft, like Jove from Ida,
aw'd;
Us from our Foes, and from our selves did shield,
Our Towns from Tumults, and from Arms the
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