THE RECOVERY.
YEt once more
Peace turns back her head, to smile,
And take some Pity on our stubborn
Isle;
She, and her Sister
Truth now Hand in Hand,
Return to visit our forsaken
Land.
I see, I see, O
Albion! Bless the Sight!
Truth long Eclips'd lift up her Sacred Light,
And chase away the obscene
Birds of Night.
Th'ill Boding
Scrcech-Owl we so long did fear,
Hov'ring above us in our thick'ned Air;
Whose Fatal Note was never heard, but
Death
Follow'd th'
Infernal Evidencing Breath.
Hail
Lovely Truth! Oh! Spread thy Rays Divine,
And bid thy Dawning Beams more fully Shine;
Already thy
Glad Influence We find,
And all now see but They who will be blind:
They see whilst Thou hold'st up thy
Guiding Light,
The Dangerous Errour of their
Former Night;
A
Night, which all our Heaven did Invade,
By the Dire Skill of
State Magicians made;
In a Dark Cell the
Wayward Brothers met,
I'th'midst a Chair there was for
Satan set;
Which in his Absence—
A little Wither'd Conjurer Supply'd,
And all his
Imps drank Venom from his Side:
His Word was (then He out his
Tap did pluck,)
Come my young Pugs of Treason,
come and Suck:
This Hellish Rite perform'd, to work they go
To raise up Darkness from the Shades below;
Thick Mists of
Popular Fears and Jealousies
Did at their
Necromaintick Call arise,
And in
Black Clouds hid the
British Skies.
Here first their unskil'd Spirits their Visions play'd,
And learnt their
Visions to the
Hatfield Maid:
Here first were rais'd the wond'ring World to scar,
The Armies
Harris Muster'd in the Air.
But now the
Charm's Dissolv'd, and
England's free
From the
Enchantment, does it's Madness see;
Sees its vain Fears of that Expected Day,
No
Royal Blood stain'd the Fifteenth of
May:
Prevailing
Truth has open'd
Britains Eyes,
And
Folly seen, begins to make Her wise.
O let us then Unite, make
Faction cease,
Nor think
Confusion is the way to
Peace;
That
Schism must the
Churches Fall prevent,
Or breaking
Law, secure the
Government.
Let
Traytors to expected
Tryal come,
And from the Mouth of
Justice hear their Doom:
'Tis so, the
Traytor comes, now, now maintain
Justice thy Seat, nor bear the
Sword in vain.
Tho Hackney
Speakers wou'd o're Law prevail,
And Conquer Thee by telling a false Tale;
Though
Factious or
Guilty Lords appear,
To blunt that
Sword whose Edge they justly fear;
Tho
Garter Blue, and
Star the Court should awe;
But oh! that
Star does now its Beams withdraw,
Nor at the
Tryal will its Light dispence,
To cherish
Treason with its Influence.
What then are they who from thy Hand would snatch
The
blackest Traytor Hell did ever hatch?
When they but once that
Horrid Paper see,
Which does almost exceed in
Villany,
Satan, or his Vicegerent
Sh—ry;
Who in this Cause so much had never done,
But that he knew the ugly Brat his own.
Yet all in vain strives
Councellours and
Lord,
Revenging Goddess, speak the Fatal Word;
Nor let
Confession turn aside thy Blow,
But once strike
Rogues that own that they are so.
Had this been early done, t'had sav'd the Guilt
Of so much
Blood so Prodigally spilt;
While certan
Villany did hurry hence,
To Unjust
Death Suspected
Innocence.
But
Justice now in this Triumphant Scene,
Thy Shame does end, and
Triumph does begin.
All this to thy Defender CHARLES is due,
Who now with Thee His
Glory does renew;
Already with fresh Beams the
Crown does shine,
Power Sacred grows, and
Majesty Divine.
His Majesty's
Scepter's in His Hand held fast,
Nor like a
Reed is bent witth every Blast:
Hold, hold Great
CHARLES, this Resolution hold,
And in thy own and Kingdoms Cause be Bold;
What ever of this Mighty
Body, Thou
The
Head Resolv'st, We thy
Hands will do;
Dare to be Happy, and to make Us so.
How Great is
Majesty, and how August?
How
God-like, when 'tis Resolutely Just?
Then 'tis that Willing Subjects gladly meet,
To throw their Lives before their
Monarchs Feet;
The 'tis their Fortunes they before him lay,
Sue to be
Rul'd, and Glory to
Obey.
Such CHARLES is now thy State, and such the Train
Of these that now Petition Thee to Reign;
See, even thy
Prodigal Son does now desire,
To leave his
Husks, and
Swine, and
Wapping Mire,
In which so long He wallow'd up and down,
Known to each
Dirty Kennel in the Town;
And to his Injur'd Father, and his Lord,
Would by his much wrong'd
Ʋnkle be restor'd:
How well have
W—s, J—s, and
W—n,
B—h, G—d, T—y, their grat Duties done▪
How have They taught the People to Repent
Their Zeal for their great Idol
P—t!
How have They shewn the
Arbitrary way
That
Monster took to make Us all its Prey?
They to lose all, claim'd more than was their Right,
And stretch'd their Power only to break it quite.
These, These are They who have True Service done,
Meriting their Sacred Favours from the Crown:
These, These have made a
Dissolution be,
Not
Wisdom only, but
Necessity.
These thus remov'd, our
Jealousies and
Fears,
Were ever so Deserving
Pensioners!
Then Charles,
since all things now conspire to bless
Thy Peaceful Age with Conquest
and Success,
Begin, Resolve, and Venture to be Great,
Nor overthrow these Vast Designs of Fate:
Begin at home, Purge thine own House, and free
From Villains Tongues
the Ears of Majesty;
False P—s
from the Bed-chamber
Discard,
Let Catch-pole Br—s
thy Court
be bar'd,
Nor leave one Factious R—l
in the Guard.
FINIS.