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Carmen natalitium to His Highness the Duke of Glocester, an heroick poem.
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CARMEN NATALITIUM TO HIS HIGHNESS THE Duke of Glocester AN HEROICK POEM Tu modo nascenti Puero quo ferrea primum Desinet ac toto surget gens aurea mundo Casta fave Lucina Virg. LONDON Printed for A. Baldwin in Warwick-lane 1700. TO HIS HIGHNESS THE Duke of Glocester URANIA Fairest of the Sacred Nine Let this Blest MORN wake thy whole Choir Divine A Subject so sublime enough t' inspire And singly tune the whole Phaebaean Lyre Not the Wing'd Courser when he struck your Fount To more Exalted Heights could ever mount A Theme to Warm the very God of Day And Brighten ev'n th' Apollinary Ray. Yes GLORY GLORY Thou' rt the Mighty Theme GLORY of Heav'n the Richest Borrow'd Beam But e'er the Sallies of the Muse essay To circuit thy Vnbounded Empire's Sway Let me invoke a Pow'r that best can stretch His Heav'nly View to that Expanded Reach Thou Twin-fac'd God who op'st thy Temple Doors When the Sky lours and War 's rough Tempest roars Where th' Arm'd Destroyers in their bending Steel With their uplifted pondrous Gauntlets kneel But when the Bloody Flag hangs out no more No Halcyon Choirs do in Thy Walls adore Thy Gates are all baâ—r'd up No fragrant Air Of Rosy Sweets thy Shrines no Garlands wear Flutes Timbrels Songs of Peace are banish'd there Great JANVS thou whose Double Front looks o'er Whole Ages all Behind thee and Before TIME's great Surveyor thou whose Prospects spread Thro' that vast Airy Wild Th' Vnborn and Dead Airy indeed when we can only call The Present Ours and Moments are our All. Beyond the narrow Now thou wander'st o'er Either what Is not yet or Is no more Hard-doom'd Mortality if this be all Thy boasted Footing on the Mighty Ball. If MAN thy Fabrick on this Basis stands And this short Grasp is all thy Pow'r commands Oh thou poor Lord of Worlds this Frame Divine All built for Thee and yet so Little Thine So Little No Thou 'st All. Add the Great SOUL To th' Human Span and then outreach the Pole Then the true Lord of Worlds th' Heroick Mind Builds Thrones so Lasting reigns so Unconfin'd Though short our Glass and number'd Minutes told The Sands of FAME run Inexhausted GOLD True GLORY never sleeps in Beds of Clay Her Flow'ry Garlands ever fresh and gay While Ages make but one long Coronation-Day For Boundless GLORY the vast Round wants Room She fills the whole Great Three Past Present and to Come If GLORY then Vrania plumes thy Wing And thy Exalted Airs must GLOC'STER sing Take the fair Prospect of his Beauteous MORN The Infant Glories which that BROW adorn And where the Phosphor does such Light display Leave the World Judge of the Meridian Day When Albion's SUN Ecclips'd Great NASSAV rod With Drums and Trumpets Sounds to aid the Labouring God Did Light from her Invading Shades restore And bid our Laws and Altars shine once more 'T was here the Great IMMORTAL to survey The glorious Toyl of that propitious Day As at his own Great Six Days Labour stood He view'd the Finish'd Work and saw 't was Good But can Great NASSAV finish all Ah no. Can single Hands thro' Endless Labours go To raise Immortal Structures to their Height The Founder does but half the Work of Fate T' uphold the Pile He rais'd Designs so Great A Line of WORTHIES only can compleat That Work THOU then Vnborn Thy Stars decree Th' Almighty Consult sate and call'd forth THEE Born for these Ends the Scheme of Fate thus laid When Thee the HERO His Adoption made At the Great FONT He promis'd in Thy Name Not half the Wonders of Thy Race of Fame Far short of what th' All-knowing Pow'rs foresee In the Great Cause of Heav'n's reserv'd for Thee Whilst for this Fruit this STEM of Britain springs The Veins of HERO's and the Seed of KINGS To raise this BIRTH to Divine Pallas Charge His Guardian Pow'rs assign a Trust so large Glitt'ring in Arms her Nursing Hand she brings Whilst ev'n the Gauntlet holds the Leading-strings Bright Armour here her Nurseries Delight Her Gorgon and Medusa Charm not Fright T' her Cradle-Care the Martial Goddess comes And only Lulls Him with her Steel and Plumes No fond Lucina's Song no tinkling Toy The Musick of the WAR must Rock the BOY Not to His Sleep but to His waking Joy MARS ev'n in Miniature His Soul inspires He feels a Heat tho' but from Lambent Fires Ev'n when so Young e'er th' Intellectual Light Could furnish Reason for th' Heroick Flight Long e'er slow Nature to those Heights could rise Visions of GLORY play'd before His Eyes So Early warm'd with what so Brightly shin'd With that Career his active Genius ran That leaping o'er an Age He left behind He Slept the INFANT but He Dreamt the MAN HERO's like Poets are not made but Born Valour 's true Heat warms ev'n their Dawning Morn Thus young Alcides when his Hissing Foes With their fork'd Vengeance to his Cradle rose His first Immortal Infant Sally makes Undaunted he attacks the crested Snakes Grasps their crusht Throats in his Victorious Hands And crowns the Conqu'ror in his Swathing Bands All the same Animating Spirit here The same the Courage not the Danger near No Thou Great Heir of Smiles All Born for Joy No Juno's Spight would these young Hopes destroy Nor wonder that this Godlike GENIUS reigns When 't is no more than what Thou ow'st thy VEINS Born from that SIRE whose Patriot Arm once held His COUNTRY's sharpest Sword and toughest Shield No Hand more Daring for the Lawrel pusht In Fields of Blood his very Nonage flusht His Early Leading VALOUR fixt in Fame Whilst Lunden and Landscroon shall have a Name 'T was thus He set out in the Martial Race 'Till his calm Bow'rs of BLISS ended the Chace A Plant of GLORY in so Rich a Bed By such Hereditary Nurture fed When Princely Stems such forward Blossoms bring From such kind Suns ne'er wonder at the Spring Nay for yet more kind cheering Beams to shoot The early spreading Bloom from such a ROOT Thou Royal Nursery in Arts and Arms Thy Darling Pallas in her Double Charms To cultivate so all Divine a Soil Here both the Mars and the Apollo smile Led by such Aiding Pow'rs when on each Hand Th' Instructing Hero and Learn'd Prelate stand Well may thy Youth take that Pellaean Flight Betwixt the Clytus and the Stagyrite But if the Martial Bolts so early Charm And ev'n thy Cretan Cradle glows so warm When full-blown GLORY thy Crown'd Head shall see Then when some mighty Cause all worthy Thee What if the Enslav'd Christendom once more Thee our succeeding JOVE's kind Aid implore Her Groans all ecchoing to Thy Albion Walls Whilst the Chain'd Virgin the Wing'd Perseus calls With thy Great FATHER then thy Veins inspir'd With the whole Transmigrated NASSAV fir'd With those united Native Genii fill'd And all that Immortality can build To send Thee Forth in HONOUR's Noblest Race Some Tyrant
Hunter of the World to chace With Keener Thunder from a Forge more warm The sweating Cyclops must supply that ARM. But is' t Heroick Virtue only reigns The Great Descendant in Young GLOC'STER's Veins No 't is not only One bright JEM Divine Makes the whole Orient Treasure from that MINE If Nature's Stamps are Copies of the Kind If Founts make Streams and SOULS their Channels find If SONS can their Paternal VIRTVES Heir What must the BIRTH produce from such a PAIR No Wand'rer of the Skies here the Fixt JOVE Unwishing and Untaught to Range or Rove One Boundless Joy his LOVE 's whole Heav'n supplies Melts his Eternal Day in JVNO's Eyes Such Love Faith Honour in one Chaplet twin'd For ever Verdant all true Lawrel-kind How had Crowns been Ador'd and Kingdoms Blest Had Thy Fair SOVL fill'd every Royal Breast Their Leading Lights but with Thy Lustre shone To set the World such COPIES from a Throne Look back Great Janus with a glowing Face Thy own all Scarlet tell th' unblushing Race Had such Exampl'd Virtues rul'd the Day Nature her bright Original might boast Her Golden Age without one course Allay The Vndegenerate World had never lost Yes Radiant VIRTUE where Thy Influence Thy pow'rful Aspect does its Smiles dispense It is not Worlds alone thy Blessings share What can't Thy Reign The Great DISPENSER there That vast Dominion to thy Hand has giv'n At once to bless the Earth and people Heav'n Great DENMARK thus in Thy Bright Orb of LOVE Where all these Constellated Graces move Their spreading Beams around whole Ages cast T' adorn the Present and to shame the Last Be it Thy Pride oh whither can I raise My soaring Muse to such Seraphick Praise Had all Blest Nuptials such a Bridegroom Lord And ev'ry Hymen worn thy stainless Robe The unavenging GOD had never pour'd His Deluge down to wash the Spotted Globe Now change Vrania to new Glitt'ring Scenes And tune thy Airs to GLOC ' STER's British Veins Drive drive around that bright Imperial Sphere And trace Him from his SOURCE of GLORY here Here when the Dazling Heights thy Eye shall see Exert thy high-tun'd Voice but low'r thy Knee At thy Approach with Duteous Homage bow Here view Bright EXCELLENCE that Awful BROW Belov'd Above that Fav'rite ROYAL HEAD Rich with the Blessings of a Fruitful BED Her Sexes Noblest Pride all smiling round With the whole Joys of a Glad MOTHER crown'd MOTHER the Name that ev'n from Death can save The Fertile Womb stops the Devouring Grave MOTHER oh Thine is the Great ALL we see Nature's whole Hinge turns here and the World lives by Thee The Great FIRST MOVER's only Second THOU When his new World with his own IMAGE blest The Great CREATOR stampt but the First Two And left it all to Thee to mould the rest WOMAN where 's Thy Exalted Honour plac'd MOTHER a Name OMNIPOTENCE once Grac'd Blest with this more than Title to a Crown Britannia's Happiness so all her own Behold her handing endless Blessings down 'T is less to Fill than to Support a Throne Behold her in her own Despotic Walls With Plans of Empire laid in Wisdom's School So Learn'd so worthy Crowns when Albion calls By Nature no less Form'd than Born for Rule Here to her Helm that steering Hand she brings Scarce less the Envy than the Heir of Kings Guides with that Regular Harmonious Sway As Angels serve in Heav'n 't is Glory to obey She rules a Kingdom in a Court alone And reigns a Monarch ev'n Beneath a Throne Nor does her Greatness only bear this Port Her Closet's no less Shining than her Court. To her Lov'd Altars more unsbaken Zeal Or humbler Votary could never Kneel Yet not that rapt Enthusiast to throw The despis'd Globe beneath her Feet too low T' her GOD and to Her Self the Right she gives Whilst the Knee bends for what the Brow receives No Royal Hand e'er held the Scales more ev'n Betwixt the well-read World and study'd Heav'n Of all Her whole Court-Train each Menial GRACE The Fairest of the Great Celestial Race Bright CHARITY with her extended Hands Not only Hers but Heav'n's best Darling stands Well she reflects as the Great WILL design'd The Princely Heads the Lights to cheer Mankind The Godlike GOOD the Godlike GREAT must join For Goodness warms where Greatness does but shine What bending Knees can such Bright MERCY want The Cloath'd and Fed her Bounteous Pity chant In Grateful Praise their chearful Numbers move Measures all tun'd to th' Endless Songs Above Off'rings of Gratitude in Heav'n are made For Hallelujahs are but Thanks well paid But whether stooping to Relieve Distress Or shine Rewarded Virtue 's Patroness She show'rs her Goodness with no random Hand Justice and Judgment her Court-Stewards stand To lend a Succo'ring Arm or Listning Ear Thinks where she Favours where she Smiles she weighs For the Descending Royal Graces here 'T is Merit must the Jacob's Ladder raise Blest with such PARENTAGE such on each Side Illustrious GLOC'STER thy Descending Pride What canst Thou promise from this STOCK alone Thou to thy Self from Thee th' Expecting Throne Thus challenge all thy Godlike SOURCE can give From thy Rich Tagus the whole Sands derive At once to all the Rougher VIRTUES born That Conquer Crowns and Gentler that Adorn. But Thou Great HEIR to ev'ry smiling GRACE Thy Inborn GLORIES sprung from thy Great RACE Whilst the all charm'd Britannia to behold Her growing HOPE stampt in that Beauteous Mould Unwondring sees the Royal Roses spread All Genuine Sweets from such an Eden BED Rapt up ev'n to thy Rivall'd MOTHER's Joy Views the Ascanius to her happier Troy Yet here ev'n here in this Harmonious Day A Watry Cloud to this Bright Sun must rise Can there be Shades that can such JOYS allay One Tear must drop ev'n from Britannia's Eyes Well she remembers from that Sacred ROOT She saw the Lovely Numerous CYONS shoot She dares not Murmur at Decrees Divine But give her Leave to Mourn tho' not Repine Were those Sweet Pledges all but Lent not Giv'n What has that Genial BED Deserv'd from Heav'n Could Providence here too profusely pay Why then such Charms so early snatcht away So have I seen the Morning Star appear Just peeps its Glorious Head above our Sphear Scarce seen 't is gone Set almost e'er 't can Rise Not in the Western but the Eastern Skies The vanishing short Brightness from our Sight All Lost and Swallow'd up in DAY 's Immenser Light If all the MERITS of that Bridal Bed A Force to wrestle Heav'n in vain could plead If Albion's Pray'rs ten thousand thousand Knees Of Fate implor'd in vain If These all These Nay not a Stream from the Fair ROYAL EYE That Bribe of Richer Pearl could Mercy buy If still Fate strikes and the Remorseless Dooms Have Hearts so hard to cut such Tender Looms Here Heav'n-born Sisters on this Mournful Theme Call your Bright Patron God's Divinest Beam T'exhale a Show'r from your Castalian Stream Yes all your melting Hippocrene's too poor To sprinkle ev'ry Rose each Fragrant Flow'r That twines the Garlands o'er those Infant TOMBS And with its Pendant Sweets the little Vrn perfumes Then in soft Numbers Numbers best Complain Tell the Great Lords of the Eternal Reign Is Heav'n so poor to snatch such Bloom away Such Young Translation to Immortal Day Did their Imperfect Songs want to inspire More Treble Voices for their Angel Choir Or to adorn the Galaxy more bright Wanted their Milky Way new Spangled Light But whether leads this Melancholy Way This Gloomy Scene of Graves Stay Wand'rers stay Walk not in Shades when all around ye Shines What tho' the Muses at those Sacred SHRINES In pious Grief too much can never pay Yet Piety it self sometimes may stray Suit these sad Plaints with this Triumphant-Day No cheer'd Britannia let all Joys go round Thy Loftier Ayrs all Io Paeans sound Tho' thy too niggard Stars no kinder shine Here thy Great ALL from that Rich Fruitful MINE Boast Albion boast thy vast Unbounded Store This JEWEL tho' the Carract's Thine no more What tho' thy Hopes move in one single SPHERE Are Glory Pow'r Dominion curtail'd here Stands not thy whole Great Basis safe alone In this Young Growing ATLAS of thy Throne What though an angry Sybil in one Urn Did all those Great Orac'lous Volumes burn Still Time's long Glass to Numbers unconfin'd Th' Vnfolded Destinies she left behind Whole FATE in her surviving Pages shin'd So GLOC'STER may the blest Britannia see Her Hopes her Happiness all sum'd in THEE Oh may kind Heav'n preserve that Darling HEAD And whither can't Diffusive GLORY spread One Great Copernick CENTER can disperse His Circling Beams around the Vniverse But whilst of such Immortal SEEDS I sing The Promis'd Harvest from so Rich a Spring Oh may my Muse on that Illustrious Theme Chant with the Ancient Bards Enlightning Beam Poets of Old with a Prophetick Tongue Not Past alone but Vnborn GLORIES sung Their kinder God then Doubly did Inspire Not only tun'd their Numbers to his Lyre But warm'd 'em with a Spark from his own Delphick Fire Thus may my Muse Young PRINCE Thy GROWTH foretel Oh Seal it Heav'n here stamp the Oracle May those Bright HEADS far far beyond thy own Thy long Successive Heirs to th' Albion Throne From Thee th' unbroken Line of HEROES run 'Till the whole Great Platonick Circle's done Rapt up to this High ORB vain Muse retire Farewel to Numbers and thy Humbler Choir Let Great PREDESTINATION tune this SPHERE I 'll quit the Poet for the Prophet here FINIS