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VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS, Paraphrafed.

REATOR Spirit, by whofe aid

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The World's Foundations firft were laid,
Come vifit ev'ry pious Mind ;

Come pour thy Joys on human Kind;
From Sin and Sorrow fet us free,
And make thy Temples worthy Thee.
O Source of uncreated Light,
The Father's promis'd Paraclete!
Thrice Holy Fount, thrice Holy Fire,
Our Hearts with Heav'nly Love inspire ;
Come, and thy Sacred Unction bring
To Sanctify us, while we fing.

Plenteous of Grace, defcend from high,
Rich in thy fev❜nfold Energy!

Thou ftrength of his Almighty Hand,

Whofe Pow'r does Heav'n and Earth command.
Proceeding Spirit, our Defence,

Who do'ft the Gift of Tongues difpenfe,
And crown'ft thy Gift with Eloquence !

Refine and purge our Earthly Parts;
But, Oh, inflame and fire our Hearts!
Our Frailties help, our Vice controu
Submit the Senses to the Soul ;

And when Rebellious they are grown,
Then lay thy hand, and hold 'em down.
Chace from our Minds th' infernal Foe,
And Peace, the fruit of Love, bestow ;

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And, left our Feet fhou'd ftep aftray,
Protect, and guide us in the way.
Make us Eternal Truths receive,
And practife all that we believe:
Give us thy felf, that we may see
The Father, and the Son, by thee.
Immortal Honour, endless Fame,
Attend th' Almighty Father's Name:
The Saviour Son be glorify'd,

Who for loft Man's Redemption dy'd :
And equal Adoration be,
Eternal Paraclete, to thee.

EPISTLES.

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DUTCHESS of YORK,

On her Return from SCOTLAND in the Year 1682.

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HEN factious Rage to cruel Exile drove
The Queen of Beauty, and the Court of

Love,

The Mufes droop'd, with their forfaken.

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And the fad Cupids broke their useless Darts :
Our fruitful Plains to Wilds and Defarts turn'd,
Like Eden's face, when banish'd Man it mourn'd.
Love was no more, when Loyalty was gone,
The great Supporter of his awful Throne.
Love cou'd no longer after Beauty stay,
But wander'd Northward to the Verge of Day,
As if the Sun and He had loft their way.
But now th' illuftrious Nymph, return'd again,
Brings ev'ry Grace triumphant in her train.
The wond'ring Nereids, tho' they rais'd no Storm,
Foreflow'd her Paffage, to behold her Form:

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