Brittains TRIUMPH
In the Coronation of their most Sacred Majesties, who were Crowned with great Splendor in Westminster-Abbey, on the 23d
of April, 1685. And in the First Year of His Majesties Happy Reign, etc.
Great Isle forbear to mourn for Him thats gone
To Sacred Mansions, since so bright a Sun
Arises in our happy Horizon;
To Cheer the smiling Nation with his Rays,
And in His Reign afford us happy Days.
To the Tune of, Young Phaon; Or, Busie Fame.
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LEt Brittain now with joy abound,
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each Loyal heart be glad,
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Since James our Gracious King is Crown'd,
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no cause there's to be sad:
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The Triumph of the Glorious day,
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who can but think upon,
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That did such Royalty Display,
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the like was never known.
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When all the Nobles of the Land,
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of either Sex were met,
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With one consent with heart and hand,
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the Diadems to set
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Upon the Head of our good King,
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and she our Gracious Queen,
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[Whom] Guardian Angels 'neath their wing,
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[protect] from Rebbels Spleen.
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From the Old Pallace through the street,
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then pass'd the Royal Train,
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Where Cloath was spread beneath their feet,
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dy'd in the Richest Grain:
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Whilst the glad Crowds on each side seen,
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with joyful voices cry,
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God Bless our gracious King and Queen,
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and let all Traytors dye.
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Then to the Abbey did they pass,
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in orderly Array,
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Through Multitudes, who from each place
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do bless the happy day:
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Wherein a King so good, so great,
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does weat Great-Brittains Crown
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Whose matchless virtue did so late
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increase his high Renown.
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Which wicked M[e]n thought for to soile,
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or to eclipse it quite,
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But still their Malice prov'd a foil,
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to make it shine more bright:
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The Sacred Ceremony done,
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to all good mens content:
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The Trumpets did proclaim it soon,
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and shouts to Heaven were sent.
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Their loud applause made all to ring,
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with joyful Acclamation,
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And thanks to Heaven that with a King,
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so just had blest the Nation:
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And now to grace the happy day,
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the Nobles nothing spare,
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And in degree as well as they,
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the Commons likewise share.
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Healths to our gracious King and Queen,
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do in all parts abound,
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To'th Royal Family is seen,
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the like for to go round:
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The Loyalists in e'ry street,
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congratulate and sing,
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Happy are we that live to see't,
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a Second James our King.
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The Night seem'd day with Blazing Fire,
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the Bells sweet Musick make,
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Whilst Fire-works to the Clouds aspire,
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and loud mouth'd Cannons speak:
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The Nations sense of happiness,
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in this so joyful day,
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A happiness for to express,
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words scarce can find a way.
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Long may our Glorious Monarch reign,
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long live our King and Queen,
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And let all those have shame and pain,
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that will not say Amen:
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May Heaven likewise for ever bless,
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the Royal Family,
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And for all those that wish them less,
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let those like Traytors dye.
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FINIS.
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