A CONGRATULATORY POEM On the Safe Arrival of His Grace JAMES Duke of MONMOƲTH, At UTRETCH, on Saturday Sept. 27. 1679.
WElcom,
Renowned Prince! thrice Welcom here,
Who art to
Europe, as to
Britain dear:
No
Land or
Country but has heard your
Fame;
In every place is known
Great MONMOUTH's
Name:
There is no
Nation but your
Worth can tell,
And where you may
belov'd, in
safety dwell:
Such is your
Virtue, that where e're you come,
You are no
Stranger, but are still at
Home.
It is the
lustre of your
beauteous Mind,
That makes you thus the
Darling of Mankind.
Though you ne'er us'd
mean, base, and
politick Arts,
To overcome, and win the
Peoples Hearts;
Yet you have
gain'd, for which you never
strove,
By
Virtue's secret Charms, a
Nations Love.
When you the
Court, and famous LONDON left,
All look'd as if they were of
Joy bereft:
A
Spring-Tide flow'd from all the Peoples Eyes,
Which follow'd was, with an huge
Storm of sighs;
By which your
Foes, if you have any, learn'd,
That all the
honest World's for you concern'd;
And till they heard you
safely Landed were,
A troubled Cloud did in each
Face appear:
But now,
Great Sir, their trouble will abate,
And your
safe Landing we Congratulate:
All honest
Englishmen rejoyce to see
You've pass'd the
Dangers of the
British Sea:
For you to Heav'n
ten thousand Prayers are sent,
As many
happy Wishes daily spent;
The
People inwardly do sigh and mourn,
And will no comfort take till
You Return.
Though you have
England left, yet you still are
To
Ʋs, and to your
Royal Father dear;
You are both
Heavens, and your
Monarch's care
May
Heav'n protect you by's
Almighty Arm,
That in your
Travels you may take no
harm;
May he preserve your
much-desir'd Life,
From
Popish Plots, and from the
Jesuits Knife:
May
true Religion still your
Soul possess,
And may
Heav'n you with
Sacred Virtues bless;
Fit you with
Hermes great Triplicity,
With
Knowledge, Power, and true
Piety:
May you in
Wisdom shine like
Solomon,
At least
deserve, if not
possess a
Throne;
May your
Great Father's mercy you adorn,
And may you back to ENGLAND
soon Return:
These are the
Wishes that do you attend,
And which all
Loyal Hearts to
Heav'n do send.
Egbert, from whom you do derive your
Race,
To whom the
Saxon Heptarchy gave place,
Whose
Valour did convert seven Crowns to one
And mounted first the
English Monarch's Throne
Once left his
Country, silently withdrew,
And
Travell'd into Foreign parts, like
You:
But did
Return with
Glory, and
Renown,
And by his
Virtue did obtain a
Crown.
FINIS.
LONDON, Printed by NAT. THOMPSON at the Cross Keys in Fetter-lane, MDCLXXIX.