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 eng James -- II, -- King of England, 1633-1701 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Mary, -- of Modena, Queen, consort of James II, King of England, 1658-1718 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo A panegyrick on Their Royal Highnesses, and congratulating his return from Scotland· n/a 1682 7 1262 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2014-05 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-08 Sampled and proofread 2014-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

A PANEGYRICK ON THEIR ROYAL HIGHNESSES , And Congratulating His RETURN FROM SCOTLAND .

EDINBURGH , Re-printed , Anno-Dom . M. D. C. LXXXII .

A PANEGYRICK ON THEIR ROYAL HIGHNESSES . WHen the Most High Eternal Son of God Through fam'd Judea in Procession rode , The Loyal Publican , with zealous hast , Clim'b up a Tree to view him as he past , And with a look that did his Joy relate . The Mighty Saviour did congratulate : So 'mongst the Crowds that with Impatience strove T' express their Fealty and faithful Love , I and my throbbing heart with equal flames Panted and prest to greet the Godlike JAMES . Welcome then , Mighty SIR ; welcome as Peace To conquer'd Nations , or to sick Men Ease ; Welcome , as what you bring us , Loyalty , A fruit which in our Isle we rarely see : In th' barren North it blooms , to Storms expos'd ; But in our Sunny Climate never grows : Here fertile Nature makes the Commons Kings , And from her fatness rank Rebellion springs : Dam'd lust of English-men , that ne're repented Their Treasons , nor with Blessings were contented . Black was the Day , and blasted was the Year , When the curst Factious , full of wretched fear . Sought the true Heir of England to exclude , Only because He was too great , and good , Two Epithetes that never yet could suit The sordid Mind of your true English Brute : Loud Tempest roar'd , as if design'd to cross The Royal Mandate , and not let Him pass , Whilst weeping Showers seem'd to mourn our loss : And as each Element then bore a part In grief , even so did every Honest Heart . But now the happy hours are doubly bless't , The Land with the full Store of Heaven possess't ; The Season smiles , and each propitious Ray For His return their secret Joy display ; The flowers that did in private Closets keep , And during th' Winter of His Absence sleep , Bloom out , and a gay fragant Robe put on , To bless and welcome in the RISING SUN ; Laetamur The Motto of the Medal . is the Word , a word which late As mighty Hopes , did mighty Joy create , When the fam'd Motto with applause was put To the Effigie of the Grand Patriot , Nearest their hearts , where late their Georges hung , The pale-fac't Medall with its Silver tongue Was plac't , whilst every Wearer still exprest His Joy to harbour there so fam'd a Guest . The Wretch that stampt it got immortal fame ; 't was coyn'd by stealth , like Groats at Brumicham ; Whilst each Possessour with exalted voice Cryes , England's sav'd , and now Let us Rejoyce . But though Seditious Tenets they pursue , We have a Cause of joy solid and true And therefore let us cry Laetamur too . For Mighty YORK 'S return'd , return'd to Raign . O're hearts , and move in His Great Sphere again : 't is in his Face you see the RISING SUN , T'other's a Comet blazing O're the Town , Portending Mischiefs seeming to explain The former Tragick Scene design'd again . Fly then ye Loyal Natives , fly with zeal , Embrace His Knees , and your true Joy reveal ; Prove your affection to your Injur'd Prince , Give him your Hearts , for you had his long since : Give Him your Hearts , oppose the Rebel Power , And never part with your Lov'd HEROE more . And hail Bright PRINCESS , best of thy fair Kind , An Angel's Body with an Angel's Mind , Beauteous as are the Virgin Saints above , That sit and smile on the right hand of Jove , And good , as the first state Heav'n form'd 'em in , E're that Angelick Sex knew how to sin , How when She comes shall we our crimes attone ? How shall we meet the Justice of her Frown , That doing no offence was forc't away , With Her dear Lord , a cruel Fate t' obey , And Sacrifice Her Joy , Her Peace and Fame , To a curst Branded thing without a Name ? Down her fair face the liquid Treasures rowld ; Then taking on her ROYAL PARTNER hold , England farewell , She cry'd , thou hated shore , And may I never see thy baseness more ! But she comes back , and nobly may despise The Pigmy Malice of her Enemies ; Disdain and Anger in Her forehead sit , Yet both so calm'd and temper'd by Her wit , That with a modest smile She strives t' oppose Revenge , and onely pities all her foes . Return then and forgive , and may Your Name Charm the wide Globe , as does your HEROES Fame : Long may ye love , and still may ye appear Teeming , as to our joy you prove this Year . Your Pregnant Veins are framing wondrous things , Oh glorious Passion that creates young Kings ! The Illustrious Infant struggles in the Womb , As if he knew his Royal fate to come , And silently mourns , that so long a space 't will be , e're he begins his Glorious Race : But when as the Divinest Gift of Heaven , The Princely Babe is for our Comfort given , May every heart conspire with every tongue T' implore his years may be renown'd and long , That he may merit his brave Fathers Name And Rival Vertue with his Mothers Fame . Methinks I see our great AUGUSTUS stand , With the fair PRINCESS smiling in His Hand , High Grandeur mixt With Joy adorns His Face , Whilst blushing Duty Hers does sweetly grace : Their Eyes are fixt and mingling Glories seem , Like the Sun's Rayes Reflecting on a Jem ; His Awfull Light then on His BROTHER shines , Who with a silent Modesty inclines To hear his welcome , and with humble grace Fixing His Eyes upon His Monarch's Face , His willing Knees with Loyal duty bend To His dear King , His Brother , and His Friend , Who in His Arms do's the Lov'd Favourite hold , And speaks a gracious welcome from His soul . Thrice happy Scotland , well didst thou begin To make attonement for thy former sin , When thou with Joy a Vertue didst Embrace : By brooding Factions driven from this place , Well was the much-wrong'd Prince receiv'd by thee , And well hast thou reform'd thy Loyalty : Yet to His Goodness thou thy Fame do'st owe , For thou hadst faithless bin had he been so : But as the Thracian Bard , with charming strains , Drew the Wild Savages from Woods and Plains , Controll'd their Brutish Rage where e're he came , And made the fiercest Bears and Tigers tame ; So Mighty Prince Thy Vertue did oppose The close designs and Malice of thy Foes , And made a Nation , fam'd for Treachery , Bow to thy Loyal Principles and Thee , Whilst England's left with its King killing Race , A Nest of Rebels , as it ever was . FINIS .