The Manifestation of Joy, Or, The Loyal Subjects grateful acknowledgment.
Occasionally Written upon the Publication of his Majesties most Gracious Declaration,
Allowing LIBERTY of
CONSCIENCE.
Tune of, The Country Farmer This may be Printed, R. P.
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LEt England rejoyce and good Subjects be glad
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Since by royal indulgence we happy are made,
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Since by a Monarch that studdies our rest,
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Of Freedom and Libertie we are possest,
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Each under his Vine now may sit with content,
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Secure in the plenty which providence sent,
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Whilst all needless Jelousies idle may lye,
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And, unimploy'd, pine till at last they do dye.
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The Jars that divided opinions might cause,
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Our great Moderator decides, and those laws,
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Which Conscience restrain'd he does easy now make
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And freedom of Conscience let's each one partake,
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In Mildness and Mercy his power does dispence,
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Making us happy beneath a good Prince,
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Whilst each in his Station and calling may be,
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From fear of disturbance and trouble set free.
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That trade may increase and more plenty abound,
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And each in obediance and Loyalty found,
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With grateful returns for a favour so great,
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As none without joy has the power to re[l]ate,
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A favour more welcome then is the gay spring,
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Which comfort extreamly to thousands doth bring
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As welcome as peace to a mind in distress,
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Or the hand that a Captive from Chains does re-l[e]ase.
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What long was desir'd Royal bounty affords,
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And graciously with our [?][words][?],
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That each his religion in peace may injoy,
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And none by incroachment each other Annoy,
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But liveing in peace we may joyfully sing,
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Long live, reign, & prosper our most gracious King
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And if we contend e're hereafter may't be,
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Who shall exceed each in true loyalty.
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Let us be thankful for what we receive,
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And be in our stations contented to live,
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Let each in his calling his dilligence use,
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And none e're presume such a Grace to abuse:
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But count it a blessing sent down from above,
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To end our debates and unite us in love,
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To give us a pattern how Christians shou'd live,
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Declining each other to vex or to grieve.
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Let names and distinctions that do give offence
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Be now no more started on any pretence,
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But let each one studdy for quiet and peace,
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That unkind discord from henceforth may cease,
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And let each good Subjects in Brittains fair Isle,
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Give thanks to a Prince that does make her to smile
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With fulness of plenty and prospect of trade,
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Which appear'd by complaints but so lately to fade.
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Whilst other Nations our people did drain,
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Who now have no cause to repine or complain,
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But freely returning may all things possess,
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To which a due claim to their right can express,
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No scruples of Conscience they now can pretend,
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Since the royal indulgence to all does extend,
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Great James our good King does by clemency prove,
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How well he deserves e'ry Subjects true love.
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With mildness and Mercy he wonders performs,
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And is lovely therein as he'd dreadful in arms,
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Then let us rejoyce and each strive to do best
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Whilst our duty and Loyalties to him's exprest,
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Nor let us e're think that enough we can do,
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To deserve such a blessing but ever persue,
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The ways of obedience and Loyaltie prize,
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Renouncing for ever all tumult and noise.
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FINIS.
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