The Westminster Wonder;
Giving an Account of a Robin-Red-Breast, who, ever since the Queens Funeral continues on the Top Pinacle of the Queens Mausoleum or Pyramid, in the Abby of Westminster, where he is seen and heard to Sing, and will not depart the Place, to the Admiration of many Beholders.
To the Tune of the
Jealous Lover.
Licensed according to Order.
YOU Loyal Subjects of this Isle,
Be pleased to attend a while,
To this Relation which I bring;
You never heard so strange a thing,
In any former Ages past:
Queen
Mary Dy'd
December last,
And a
Robin Red-Breast, to this day,
Continues Singing where she lay.
Not in the Mourning Chamber, no,
Where Death did strike the fatal Blow;
But in
Westminster-Abby where
They did a Pyramid prepare,
Against her solid Funeral;
This they did her
Mausoleum call,
Where in the Abby it was plac'd
With rich and sumptuous Beauty grac'd.
The very Art of Man was try'd,
To make it richly Beautify'd,
Angels and Cherubims of Gold,
A sight most glorious to behold.
This Monument doth Taper rise,
A Pinacle at top likewise;
There is, and eke a Wonder too,
Which I declare is strang and true.
This is a Wonder strang, I say,
Ere since that great and solemn Day,
Of the Interment of our Queen,
There is a
Robin Red-Brest seen,
Upon the very Top of all:
He sings a Note soft, sweet, and small,
Which is most pleasant for to hear,
When they the Royal Place draw near.
Sometimes it flies a little way,
Yet from the Place it will not stay,
But soon returns with speed again,
Where it doth Night and Day remain.
Upon the Pinacle it sits
Spreading its little Wings by fits,
And in the very midst of Prayer,
This
Robin he sits singing there,
And is not miss'd; yet we conclude,
He must fly forth sometimes for Food;
Which done, his flight he back doth take,
And never doth the Place forsake,
The News was carried far and near,
That
Robin Red breast does appear
Upon the Queens
Mausoleum still,
Which doth all Men with Wonder fill.
Renowned Lords and Ladies gay,
And common People day by day,
Upon their hearing this Report,
They to the Abby all resort,
Where
Robin Red-breast they behold,
Upon the Pinacle of Gold;
And it's the Thoughts of Rich and Poor,
The like was never known before.
A wise
Astrologer declares.
It is a sign that our Affairs
Will be successful e'vry Spring,
Which makes the
Robin Red-breast sing.
He learns from these sweet Songs of Joy,
That Potent
France shall nere destroy
The Church, tho' good Queen Mary Dy'd
For
God above will be our Guide.