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A74605 To his sacred majesty, Charles the Second, on his happy return. Edwards, Thomas, 1633-1698. 1660 (1660) Thomason E1080_7; ESTC R207853 952 4

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TO His Sacred Majesty CHARLES The Second ON HIS HAPPY RETURN TO HIS Sacred Majesty DRead Sir whilst in a pleasant Extasie Your Sacred Majesty return'd we see We personate th' Old Mimique with a Tear One Cheek is washt while Smiles the Other clear For our Rebellion we repent with One 'gainst th Glorious Father and the Pious Son The Other joys nor is their reason small Who joy in Vision Beatifical Nay we out-go the Mimique from One Eye There flows an Io and an Elegie Each Tear like to a Heat-drop falls to th' Earth The Moysture speaks our Grief the Brightness Mirth Whilst fore You rise here we did view your Beam As Ida does the Sun ere that his Team Be harness'd whilst great Waters did refract Your Influence and Britains Bliss protract Ev'n then at distance did Your powerful Rayes Inflame our Hearts make all with Joy to blaze So that th' whole Isle a Pharos was become Ambitious to light her Sov'raign home Thus we rejoycd in hopes of Your Return And for Your Absence did in th' Ashes mourn But being from Your Desart come where You With Patience Wandered and did never Bow To any Golden Calves nor turn aside To False Gods but did still the Same abide Where You were fed and Your small Royal Band If not with Angels Food with Angels Hand VVhere if we count Your Dangers and Our Fears You were in Pilgrimage too Forty Years Thence come and by Heav'ns Conduct having gain'd This Promis'd which You make the Holy Land VVe're at a loss and with the Queen o'th'South VVe must confess we heard not Half the Truth So great a Magazine of Vertues throng Your Soul that Praises charitably wrong VVhilst that Your solid Piety we view Your Generous and Extensive Charity too VVe finde that Title never was more true Kings are God's Image then it is in You. And as when Man ate the forbidden Fruit GOD set an Angel for to keep him out Of Eden so Your Majesty has done Setting a Flaming Proclamation To keep back Vice from making its resort Unto the Paradise of Your blest Court But Oh! our Narrow Souls can't comprehend The Vast Perfections of Your Royal Minde So many Vig'rous Graces You express You overburden us with Happiness Thus Objects that more lightsome Rayes dispense Do Darken quite and surfeit the weak sense Well since we can't express Admire Thee more Then e'er we us'd to Praise Thee heretofore And onely adde The Church that long time Groan'd Does now Triumph that angry Heav'ns aton'd That she can see Your Majesty past Harms Return'd by Virtue of her Peaceful Arms Rejoycing that her Mourning-April-Showers Have brought to these three Kingdoms such May-Flowers Tho. Edwards A. M. Joan. Oxon.