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Gloria· A poem, in honour of pious majesty, occasioned by the safe, happy, and much-wish'd for return of our dread soveraign lord King William. By, Mr. Hopkins.
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Hopkins, John, fl. 1700.
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thy blest Reign still thus auspicious prove Still live they Rivals in their Loyal Love Roll on ye Tides ye swelling Surges roll Reviving Albion shall receive her Soul Now heave the watry Mountains of the Main And seem to feel but with the Lover's pain The pressing weight of Empire they sustain Thus when the Ark was o'er the Oceans hurl'd The Oceans groan'd beneath the rond'rous World The massy State of the whole World they bore Of the whole World which they had drourn'd before When the Almighty his Creation made The vast Design was on the Waters lay'd On Mother Deep the forming Godhead lay And from her gloomy Womb sprung the Light active day Thus rose the World by the Creative Will And as at first 't was form'd 't is Govern'd still Nassaw to Thee this secret Charge is given To Thee the Darling Substitute of Heaven Like Justice Self thou dost Heaven's Aims pursue Weild'st the strong Sword and hold'st the Ballance too Thou the vow'd Foe to the Almighty's Foes Giv'st Bliss to Europe to the World Repose Kingdoms once Rivals thro' their Fears agree Who offers Wrong proclaims the War with Thee Thus their old Crowns the Heads of Monarchs wear Possest of Empire not thro' Force but fear Princes to Thee their Purple Honours owe From Thee the Source of Majesty they flow Sheathing their Swords their Scepters they may use But weilding those they must their Seepters lose Thus thus behold the Glorious Nassaw stands Monarchs and Thrones and Kingdoms he Commands Three on his Regal Head But Universal Empire in his Hands Thus Reign'd Augustus thus his Sway was hurld Thus Ruling Rome he over-ruld she World Repine not Albion let no Breath complain Jove does not ever on Olympus â—eâ—gâ—â— Where Nassaw goes his Fame thy Safety call His Tread must poize the partial pendent Ball The Lord of Britain Reigns the Lord of all As well we might at the Sun's Course repine The Sun which round the Universe must shine Like his diffusive is our Nassaw's Light Present 't is Day but when he leaves us Night Like his have Nassaw's mighty Labours prov'd He ripens Fruits when from our view remov'd Great Good and Just What Pillars shall I caise Verse dying Verse supports not Nassaw's Praise The Invocation Whom shall I urge whose happier Muse to sing Welcomes return'd to our returning King Shall Dorset Cutts shall Montague be Nam'd For Numbers Nobly as for Honours fam'd Hail great Triumvirate of sacred Wit Great is your Fame who have so greatly writ The noblest ends of Greatness you pursue The best of Poets best of Patrons too What tuneful Muse tho' soaring can rehearse Which sweetest flows your Bounty or your Verse Both flow from Nature unconstrain'd and free Praise you your Nassaw be ador'd by me Parnassw Heads shall be reputed three On lasting Pyramids his Name be rais'd Praise God-like Nassaw if he can be prais'd Weakly my Muse attempts in vain to rise Blasted by Fate groveling and low she lies Claps oft her sickly Wings but never never flies For Nobler Ends than fancy'd Praise you shine Not to be reach'd by any Muse At distance to be seen rever'd by mine Shall Congreve rise successful high in Fame Congreve has gain'd and he deferves a Name Unenvy'd rise exert thy utmost skill And grow tho' now the greatest greater still In vain I court as I admir'd in vain With Lover's Transport yet with Lover's Pain Even Nassaw's Fame while I invoke you flee Yet sure my Verse ne're imur'd ought but hiâ— Let conscious Criminals for Crimes submit I should not guiltless bend Were you your self Immortal as your Wit Rise Congreve rise with thy unequal'd Charms And sing the Man the God-like Man and Arms Quit the false Promp the shaddow'd Scene displays And make not Heroes but the Hero praise Draw him whose Glories Fancy's Beams out-shine The Hero Great Illustrious and like thine The Hero worthy of a Muse Divine Spread our Immortal Nassaw's Actions far As Fam'd in Verse as Nassaw's self in War Oft strikes thy Muse bright Fame's Gaerulean Skies Yet art thou rising still and still to rise Sill may you rise still 〈◊〉 sublimely Soar Your Fame so much till I can't wish it more My Muse mounts too beâ—â—â—ted thus she sings As Wrens Tow'r high born on the Eagle's Wings Pitcht for the Flight bear Sir aspiring bear The Glorious Nassaw thro' the fiery Air. Whilst on this Theam thy glowing thought shall dwell Excel if possible thy self excel Lose then thy pow'rs thy strugling Genius lose The noblest Hero claims the noblest Muse Instructions to a Painter Before Thee there the ready Painter stands Inspire his Fancy and inspire his Hands Thou Nassaw's Glories to the Artist show So shall he paint that all the Draught may know Nassaw who seems Immortal shall be so Paint him Triumphant ore the peaceful Ball And at his Feet let Europe's Scepters fall Paint him Instructing Heroes in the Field Paint him at once War's Thunderbolt and Sheild Paint him unmov'd in Dangers and in Blood Yet paint him Mild and mercifully good Behind this Mars let fierce Bellona stand But paint Astraea smiling in his Hand To him be every mortal Vertue given Paint him the Conqu'ror of the Earth Paint too the pious Hero Conqu'ring Heaven Beneath his Throne let the lust Pencil draw That ill fam'd Chief who kept the World in a we Fix on the Ground Macedo's weeping Eyes But fix the loftier Nassaw's on the Skies A future World this Monarch holds in view By pious force he shall that World subdue Abroad he leading we our Foes or'ecome And o'er our Selves grow Conquerors at home Whilst our own Will our Passions shall restrain He gives us each an Empire where to Reign What Pen what Pencil strikes the vast Extent The Godhead can't be shaddow'd out by Poetry or Paint FINIS