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A70336 Ireland's tears to the sacred memory of our late dread soveraign King Charles II. Hewetson, Michael, 1643-1724. 1685 (1685) Wing I1026; ESTC R10005 4,165 10

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gone Mad. Witness those Plots the Faction's fruitful womb So oft Conceiv'd tho still in vain Against their Gracious Sovereign Where sometimes the Discoverer Play'd both the Devil and the Conjurer Which being by Heav'ns great care Abortive still become They added to the Wonders of his Reign And made his Throne as fix'd and Glorious as Wain XI When lo the Prince who seem'd Heav'ns chief Delight Its Darling and Prime Favourite His Mid-day Glory 's all full Blown How strangely are they Blasted Ah! how soon But what Heav'n rais'd Heav'n only can pull down Down low as Eearth this Son of the most High is come And all his scatter'd Trophies serve but to adorn his Tomb. But why no Prodigy at all No Beacon Comet fir'd above No Monstrous Births no Storms no Whale Or to Presage Great KING thy Fall Or to attend thy Funeral Which Nature's fright might shew and Mankind's wonder move Why seeing a wondrous Star Proclaim'd his Birth Did not as Wondrous an Eclipse foretel his leaving Earth Must God-like KINGS like Puny Mortals die Must CHARLES the most August Be meanly crumbled like Plebeian Dust VVhy deal'st thou with th' Anointed O King of Princes why XII But while thus Ravingly I spoke VVith a strange Horrour I was struck VVhich dim'd my Eyes loosen'd my Joynts and chill'd my Bloud Before me straight a Visionary somewhat stood VVhose Form I could not well discern The Genius likely of the place Or some such Airy Image 't was Of Stature high Clad in Blue mists Its Visage stern VVhich with an angry Hallow Tone Thus stop'd me Shall Mortal wight dare to reprove Or prie into the things above The Prince whose Death you so bemoan VVas he not th' Almighties Loan VVho only has took what was his own His Awful Meen and Heavenly Eyes VVhich made all Hearts his Votaries His Soul so Soft yet truly Great His Mind so clear and so Sedate Prov'd well his Extract from the Skies XIII VVith Milder accent and Genteeler look The Spright less Frightful now thus farther spoke Then if your much-Lamented King So Good and Amiable was VVhy wou'd you have some dreadful thing The smoothness of his Reign deface Let Tyrants and Usurpers have Sea-Monsters and Rough Hurricanes Foretel their Death and dig their Grave Such Prodigies suit well their Reigns Comets have still a noisy end VVhen calmly does the Sun descend Or if you must have Prodigies Think of the Millions of VVeeping Eyes The Truest kind of Elegies Or else let This be reckon'd one That 't is a Prodigy That you have none In Halcyon-days you Dove like-Prince was born VVhich did with him return His Realms five Lusters have Peace's white Livery worn Living He Peace bestow'd on ev'ry side Kept all in Peace and Peaceably He Dy'd XIV It scarce had spoke when Lo a sudden Thunder For such at first it did appear Shak'd the Thin Ghost asunder Which strait dissolv'd into its Primitive Air. From the cold Turf I quickly rais'd my Head Left there my Load of Grief and to the Town for shelter sled E're as I thought the Storm should fall upon my Head The City soon I reach'd help'd with the wings of Fear But my old Grief and Fright soon chang'd into new Dread and Wonder When what I took for Thunders noise A second Peal inform'd me was the Canon's roaring voice Which led me to a Loyal Crowd That with Great Triumph did Proclaim With Joyful Shouts and Acclamations Loud A new Kings Title and Imperial Name Amaz'd at This so easie Change I said May this Prodigious Shout strike all His Enemies dead Long and as this Day Peaceful be his Reign And may His God-like Brother live in Him again XV. Poets of old were Prophets deem'd And if They now were such esteem'd And who knows but they may If our Predicting Rhimes May lucky Omens prove to after Times And that some Good may be presag'd from Names Then would I boldly say These Reams are doubly blest in that of JAMES Great Britain's Glory did Commence When the First JAMES did to the whole give Law He Joyn'd the Kingdoms and deriv'd from thence That long white Row of Peaceful years our Happy Fathers saw The Second JAMES by Heaven's Decree Will the great Healer of our Breaches be And as His Wisdom does already give our Fears Relief So will His Mercy suddenly Cure all our Publick Grief Well-skill'd He is in all His Royal Grandsires Arts Who join'd both Crowns as He will do all Hearts May Heaven fulfil and own the Prophesie But Ireland sure above the rest In that Auspicicious Name is doubly blest For while the Royal JAMES the English Crown does wear And Ormond's Noble JAMES remains His Vice-Roy here IRELAND will ne're again know cause of Publick Grief or Fear Printed by Nath. Thompson at the Entrance into the Old-Spring-Garden near Charing-Cross 1685.