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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

IRELAND'S TEARS TO THE Sacred Memory Of our late Dread Soveraign King CHARLES II. I. AS distant Thunder in a rowling Cloud First Murmures inwardly then Roars aloud O're the amazed list'ning Crowd Till the Dread Clap scares ev'ry Mortal Ear Too weak Heav'ns angry voice to bear Such was the sad astonishing News Which February's 6 th Idea's did bring The Dangerous Sickness of our Dearest KING It stun'd all Ears and did all Minds amuse All the sad Tydings so bemoan As if 't were not His Sickness but their Own Trembling and full of Fear we wait To know what the next Messenger will say And all the while we Weep and all the while we Pray When suddenly Death's Herald spoke the Dreadful Fate Alas the Miserable Day The News too sad to Hear too Killing to Repeat II. Horrour and Cryes fill all around Distracted Looks and Throbbing Hearts As if 't were the last Trumpets sound In ev'ry place are found And hideous Groans do Eccho from all parts Frighted with what I saw and heard But much more with what I fear'd The blasted City soon I left And as of Reason quite bereft I wildly roam'd about to seek some place Less Doleful than the City was Where without Partners or Lookers on I might Enjoy my Grief alone And for a little space Might lay the weighty Burden of my Sorrow down III. And long I had not rov'd about E're an approv'd Retirement I found out Ruins that to Religion Sacred were of Yore Nor now less Venerable than heretofore Where all things did my Melancholly Fancy please Murmuring Waters awful Cliffs and Wither'd Trees There Cheerful Birds ne're Sing nor e're blows Gentle Breeze Nor any Beast or Humane Face Was to be seen upon the lonely Place To this Forlorn and Uncouth seat Well suited to my Troubled state I softly with my load of Grief retreat Where each Rock and ev'ry Tree Wou'd I knew Condole with me Only stearn Fate would un-relenting be Thus then with many a Tear and Groan My Dead Prince I did bemoan IV. CHARLES the Clement and the Good CHARLES the Flow'r of Princely Blood Of all we Earthly Gods do call CHARLES the most Belov'd of all Our Heart's Delight Joy of our Eyes And whom not we alone did prize Through the whole Universe his Glory flies Ev'n Nations Strangers to our Faith and God Heard of His Fame Rever'd His Name And Eastern Princes Dazled with his bright Renown Which did so much Eclipse their own Sent their Embassadors Abroad To Court the Favour of this Second Solomon Of him to learn the Royal Art To Govern and secure the Peoples Heart While Christendom in ev'ry weighty All Did to his well-known Justice still Appeal Whose Word and Wisdom ever turn'd the Scale V. He that can tell the drops o● 〈◊〉 Which on an April day do fall Or his sad Subjects Tears can count Which to a greater number mount May reckon up the Graces but not all For that Essay would be in vain Which did adorn his Life and Glorious Reign For who will e're Attempt to tell Things that are unexpressible Great Lord of Wit Patron of Arts he was Learning's strong Atlas Poetry's best Friend Crown'd with each Ray and Blest with ev'ry Grace That could a Prince or make or recommend But if in any one he could and did Himself Excel 'T was that of Clemency Herein he was Heav'ns Parallel Nay be 't with Rev'rence spoke He Heav'n out-went In Pard'ning the Impenitent Is Heav'n it self so Merciful as He VI. But as Ten Thousand scatter'd Rayes By Art are made to Center in one Glass So all the Tenderness and Love Which in his Heart did towards all his Subjects move First on His Royal Brother fell and through Him did pass Not fearing loss of Empire or of Life When High-born JAMES's Foes were rife When sawcy Factious Senates menac'd high And blush'd not to Decry The Crown 's Just Heir and Truest Friend to Monarchy Our King close to His Brothers Interest stood And stem'd the Impetuous Flood To the Damn'd Project soon he put an end And shew'd Himself not more a Monarch than a Friend Friendship like This the World did never know Save what the King of Heav'n did show Who for our sakes descending here below Ceas'd to be Happy that we might be so VII How Dear to Heav'n its Champion was our Prince Who did so well Defend the Crown And Faith which He receiv'd from thence Still valuing the Publick-Weal more than His own Let the long Chain of Miracles convince Which Maugre all the opposition Of Fiends and Fiend-like Men combin'd in one Destin'd him for and Brought him to and kept him on his Throne Witness that shining Herald sent To tell the World of His Illustrious Birth As if Heav'n had hereby meant Another God is Born on Earth At Noon we saw the New-born Star Shine on his Infant Brother here With a Mild Aspect yet so Bright and Clear As did out-vie the Mid-day Sun As far as He Himself all other Kings has done VIII And when Rebellion Black and Dire Had harass'd long his God-like Sire Whose Life it Barbarously took away Of all things Great and Holy made a Prey And turn'd three Kingdoms into One Aceldama Our late Ah wretched word Heav'n-lov'd King Kind Providence did wondrously convey And sheltred Him beneath its wing From all the Ills which War and Chance And Treasons blacker than the Night Did ' gainst his Sacred Life advance Witness his Happy ' scape from Wor'ster's Bloody-Fight Where Hov'ring Angels with their Mighty Shield Sav'd Him from all the Hazards of that Dreadful Field And their important Charge by ways unknown convey'd T' a Neighb'ring Friendly shade Where sturdy Oaks stretch'd out their Arms on high Oh shame to Mans Barbarity To Receive and shelter Distress'd Majesty Witness O Boscobel thy Monumental Tree IX From Thence through Dangers numberless In mighty Wants and deep Distress At Home Abroad by Land and Seas As once his High-fam'd Ancestor the wandriug Trojan Prince By many a wondrous Providence During his Nine Years Exile hence Heav'n its Regard of Him did Evidence When the Almighty King to shew-his care Of such as his Vicegerents are When Humane Force could do no more And when Our dying Hopes cou'd ebb no lower Did by a Turn Miraculous Restore Our King to Us Us to our King again To bring which Blessed work to pass Neither Man's Power nor Policy had place No Contract made nor Blows were given But the astonish'd World saw 't was The stupendious work of Heaven X. So Great a Monarch and so Glorious So much Belov'd at Home and Fear'd Abroad Much too Good alass for Us Wise as an Angel Generous as a God Though calmly Settled on a Lofty Throne Was not above the Reach of Envious Lookers on Which made him stand in need of Heav'ns high Patronage And what he needed he still had To Save his Crown and Person from the Rage Of Men with too much Ease

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.