THE SECOND PART OF THE VISION.
NOW the great
Jubilee was hasting on!
That happy welcome
Day,
When Royal
JAMES and
MARY were to grace the Crown,
Which only cou'd for
CHARLES Loss attone;
And now remain'd but
one injurious
Night
The Glorious
Triumph to delay,
One envious Night alone
Kept from our
longing Eyes th'
expected sight,
Which more than
all its
other joys endear'd th'
approaching Light;
While happier Subjects, whose Auspicious Fate
Might Introduce 'em to that
Scene of
State,
Were ev'n with
expectation Extasied,
I wretch, by my Cross Stars
that Bliss deny'd;
And to a sad
unwholesome Soyl confin'd,
A Soyl by
Health and
Pleasure long since left behind;
A Soyl where
unresisted
Death has chose
To make his
General Rendezvouse,
Where a vast Army of Diseases Reigns,
And more pernicious
Faction daily Conquest gains;
Such
various Arts the
old` Seducer finds
T'infect at once Mens
Bodies and their
Minds.
With Tears, the
Festival I desecrate;
Which feign I
would, but
could not better Celebrate:
For no such happy
opportunity
Was by my step-Dame
Fortune e're indulg'd to me.
II.
While musing thus
disconsolate I lay,
The kind Salutes of a soft pleasing Voice,
In gentle whispers summon'd me away,
And cry'd,
Rejoyce! Rejoyce!
O blest for ever be the
grateful noise!
For now, by some strange secret impulse Born,
I flew through Regions of the yielding Air,
Safe as the wing'd Inhabitants there,
'Till tow'ring Eagles were become my scorn;
When lo! the
Pile of fam'd
Antiquity,
That Patern of
Magnificence,
In all whose monumental work we see
The just
Encomiums of its FOUNDER-PRINCE,
That Sacred structure of Renown;
Since there our Kings receive their
Unction and their
Crown,
That
welcome Object entertain'd my Eye,
With what it most desir'd, the
grand Solemnity.
III.
As once
Zachaeus from the Fav'ring Tree,
Beheld with Ravishment the great
God-Man,
Such
Mighty Joy, such
wond'rous Extasie
Possest my Soul, when the bright Pomp began,
When God-like
JAMES with his own Majesty Array'd,
His dazling Beams around display'd;
And like the Glorious
Ruler of the
Day,
Cheer'd the inferiour World with
Heat and
Light,
While like the Beauteous
Empress of the
Night
(Save that than her
more Bright)
His Splendid
CONSORT, Partner of His
Sway,
But greater in the Empire of His Heart,
Shines with Him all the way,
And to
each other still
new Luster they impart:
[Page 3]With them, in stately Order, forward moves
A vast Retinue of attending
Stars,
Whom their
great Leader for their
Service Loves;
Their
signal Courage in his Wars;
When
Second Lucifer, with his Rebellious Train,
Strove to
Exclude him from his
Right,
But all, (thanks to th' immortal Pow'rs!) in vain;
Their routed Armies put to flight,
Were damn'd to Regions of Eternal Night.
IV.
But now the Mystick
Oyl's prepar'd, and now
The Glorious
Diadem's made ready too;
Which by reflection from their
brighter Eyes,
The
Native Splendour of its Gems
out-vies:
Angels look glad Spectators down,
And bright Saint
CHARLES from His
Immortal Throne
Applauds His
just Succession to the Crown:
That
Crown which he, by many a
weighty care,
Made easie, to Adorn the ROYAL HEIR!
V.
But
something yet was to be done,
Before the
great Solemnity begun;
I lookt and saw the
Teeming Womb of Hell
Begin to heave and swell,
Till after many painful Pangs and Thro's,
It did its
Dismal Mouth unclose,
And to the hated Light a
Dreadful Birth expose;
Monsters
Deform'd, and
odious to the sight,
Yet to be view'd with
less affright
Than was
their own, when in the
Chair they found
The
Royal Hero ready to be
Crown'd,
And not
Excluded, blest be Heaven! nor
Drown'd.
With strange
Confusion at his
Presence struck
Like Paralitick Men they shook,
And Back towards Hell a hasty flight they took;
His Godlike Presence did confound 'em more
Than all the
Miseries of the
Damn'd before:
But
Entrance ev'n to Hell was yet
deny'd,
The
greater Torment they must still abide;
At which their Chief, the Raging
Lucifer,
An
ugly Fiend, though once a
Glorious Star,
(Such the
Rewards of
Treason and
Rebellion are;)
Lashing his Body with his Snakey Tayl,
With Impious Blasphemy at Heav'n did rail,
And thus his
insuccessful Villany bewail.
VI.
Is this th'
Effect of all my
black Designs,
Of all my
Plots, Caballs, and
deep-wrought Mines;
[Page 4]Did I for this th'
Assosiation frame
To keep my my Prince in awe,
To Varnish
Treason with a
specious Name,
And justify
Rebellion by a
Law!
Did I for His
Exclusion
boldly Vote,
And subt'ly
Bills against His
Right promote?
Nay, have I impiously pusht
others on
To
their eternal
Ruine and
my own,
And after all, to find
HIM on the
Throne!
Have I earn'd Hell for this:——
The angry Fiend had not so quickly done,
But that the Hallow'd Scene
begun,
The Scene I long'd to see,
as much as He to Shun.
VII.
The Sacred Vial ready stands,
And by Heaven's great Commissioners hands
Down on the
Royal Pair is shed;
And with it,
Blessings light on
either head!
Oh! may
Their Power like that
Diffusive prove!
May it
unbounded spread!
And may
Their Fame the Odor's
scent exceed,
Ador'd by all
below, approv'd by all
above.
May ne're their
Brows be
bent beneath the
weight
Of an
oppressive care,
To cause
untimely wrinkles there,
But let
eternal quiet bless their State,
And as
without, let all be
calm within,
Peaceful as
Innocence, as
Heav'n Serene!
VIII.
Come and Adore, ye
happy Nations all!
And at your SOV'RAIGN's feet with
low Prostration fall!
But
You who dare with
Sanctify'd pretence
Rebell against your
Prince;
You who
Sedition Practice, you who Preach
That
easy Lesson, there's no
need to teach;
You who
pervert the Sacred Scriptures
Sense,
And when you please wrest
Proofs for
Treason
thence;
Whose
whole Religion's
disobedience:
Hence Damn'd
Impostors, Hence!
No more Your old
Rebellious Trade promote,
Nor entertain one
Treasonable thought.
Let Icy horror
chill your Fiery Rage,
And feeble Nerves, as in
decrepit Age,
Your Villanous
Attempts upbraid,
And piously refuse their Aid.
Let
dislocation all your joints possess,
And impotence
befool and
check your Wickedness;
[Page 5]Let Heav'n!—But why shou'd I name you to Heav'n?
The
mention of you sure is
odious there,
And
thence your due reward must needs be giv'n,
Whence th'
old Republican your
Father fell
Down to the lowest Hell,
For Heav'n of its
Vicegerents took such care,
'Twould not
Rebellion, though in
Angels spare.
IX.
But now the
Royal Heads are Crown'd,
And
joyful Shouts throughout the Sacred Walls re-sound,
Which busie Angels catch at the rebound;
And up to Heav'n with eager haste convey,
Ecchoing the
pleasing accents all the way;
Long live the King! they cry,
Long live the Queen!
And down they quickly bring agen
Heav'n's Royal Assent, a triple loud
AMEN!
X.
Here by Two
shining Forms conducted in,
EUSEBIA enter'd, with an
alter'd Mein,
Not as before clad in a
Mourning dress,
But
such as did the
great occasion fit,
For by her
Garb she wou'd her
Joy express,
Regardless how the
vulgar censur'd it.
Much
cost and
care on Her
Attire She spent,
Nor deem'd she her
intrinsick Beauty less,
For any
outward Pomp or
Ornament;
Remembring, when Her
LORD in
Triumph rode,
He chose that
Grandeur to Proclaim the
GOD:
Now humbly on Her Knees the
Heav'nly Fair
With this
Address salutes the
Royal Pair.
XI.
England's become another
Eden now,
With Peace and Plenty Crown'd,
And
you, great Rulers of Our Paradice,
Like
those which in the
first were found,
With
Innocence abound;
With
Innocence and
Knowledge too,
A Miracle the others never knew;
Who lost their
Innocence attempting to be
Wise.
All Hail!
Great Queen in whom your Realms are blest,
[To the Queen.
Glorious as Morning Sun-beams in the East!
Richer within, and lovelier to the Eye
Than the fair Fruit of the
forbidden Tree;
'Tis You, beyond Your Sex alone,
That have the noblest
Grandeur shown;
Grandeur improv'd by
Condescention.
To
You, as
Heav'n all Suppliants have access,
Nor do they find Your God-like Bounty less;
[Page 6]Scarce they with greater haste declare their
Grief,
Than that Your
Pity makes to their
Relief;
So excellent You are in each degree,
That You a powerful argument Create,
To prove
Perfection in the humane state:
Not
Eve, at best, deserv'd so much to be
Queen of a
Universal Monarchy!
But You a nobler Empire have than she;
You in our
Monarchs larger Heart are great,
And You alone deserve that
happy Seat;
Long may your Reign be
there!
And
long and
peaceful may His Rule be here.
XII.
Hail
best of
Monarchs! without parallel!
[To the King.]
Go on in
Vertue, till (if possible)
As now
all others, You
Your self excell!
Hail
Great Preserver of
EUSEBIA's Peace,
In whom Her Wishes gladly
acquiesce!
Your early Care did Her
Request prevent,
Your
Bounteous Promise Her
Desires exceed;
She from Your
Pow'r no
Injury cou'd dread,
But labour'd long for its
Establishment;
So well
Your Soul she understood,
And knew You so
Divinely-good,
That to be guilty of the smallest ill
To you, as Heav'n, must be impossible.
Here at your Princely Feet her self she throws,
Her Life, her All's at your dispose,
Who nothing dear as her Obedience knows.
Safe in the great
Asylum of your Arms,
She can't be fright'ned at Alarms;
While your Indulgence is her Confidence
She knows your Pow'r a strong secure defence;
Within the Verge of whose protecting Shade
No Danger can approach, nor Enemies invade.
Vouchsafe then, mighty Sov'raign, to allow
The humble Tribute of
Eusebia's Vow:
If e're she does your Royal Word distrust,
Or to your Int'rest proves unjust,
May greater Plagues light on her perjur'd Head
Than all her Foes can wish, or Fav'rers dread;
And may just Heav'n give her no longer date
Than
Caesar finds her Faith to him inviolate.
Here bowing low, she ended, and retir'd
To view, at leisure, what she most admir'd;
No sight so well employ'd her Eyes as this,
The Object of her Love, and Author of her Bliss.
XIII.
And now Great
JAMES, with God-like Clemency,
Gives blest Presages of his gracious Reign;
Death lays its useless Weapons by,
The hungry Skeleton expects his Prey in vain.
'Tis mighty
James's Pleasure none shall dye.
This wonder more than
Eden knew, we see
The Tree of Life
unguarded stands, and
free!
But back too forward Muse to thy Obscurity,
For no
Indemnity can sure extend to thee!
Who do'st their
Sacred Majesties prophane
With
low expression and
ignoble strain;
Say what pretence,
What can'st thou urge in thy defence?
Thou hast alas this only
Plea,
That though thou did'st presume too near,
It was not in
Iscariot's way,
That with a
false Salute thou might'st
betray;
But 'twas with pious Reverence, awful Fear,
With humble and untainted Innocence,
And with a Mind still
firm to
Loyalty,
The
Earliest Lesson of thy Infancy:
Thou did'st no
Tyrants Rise
Congratulate,
Nor, to encrease his Pageant State,
In
Panegyricks on his Chariot wait;
Nor
mourn his
Fall when hurl'd to Hell by Fate;
Then while thy KING his
Blessings does dispence,
Thou may'st some transient drop receive,
Warm'd by whose powerful Influence
Thy
fading Laurels may
revive;
So the exhausted Patient in the Crowd
With dread the
blest Physician's Robe approach'd,
And
thence receiv'd the
expected good,
Because with
Faith and
Reverence she touch'd.
FINIS.