ENGLAND's Joyful Welcome
TO THE
KING,
Upon His Return to White-Hall, on the 16th. of December, 1688. after his with-
drawing himself, and 6 Days Absence.
Or, The Loyal Subjects Delight.
To the Tune of, Why are my Eyes flowing, etc.
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NOw, now let's Rejoyce, and let England be glad,
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Since that we do hope there's no cause to be sad:
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The King to his People return'd is again,
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And may he live happy, and prosperously Reign:
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Kind Heaven contriv'd it, no doubt, for our Peace,
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That all our Contentions for ever may cease;
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That Flatterers from his true Friends may be known,
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And those be esteem[']d that supported the Crown.
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What joy did surprize us when first we had News,
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The King to come back to us did not refuse;
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Ay, each Loyal heart beat a March to's return,
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Whose surprizing absence they often did Mourn:
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Long, long may he Live, each good Protestant Sing,
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Tho' all Evil Counsellors mount in a String:
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The Roads as he passed all Crowded they were,
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And each one did strive to Great James to get near.
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To Welcome him Home to his Pallace of State,
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And pity the Hardship he sustain'd of late:
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Upon his Retirement, and with loud Huzza's,
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Still Welcom'd our Monarch where e're he did pass
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With Royal Attendance he made his Advance,
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On purpose the Crowds met, and not as by chance;
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Each glad was to see him returning again,
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And cou'd not from loud Acclamation refrain,
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But most of all London, that Renowned City,
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At once shew'd her Gladness, and likewise her Pity;
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For no sooner Fame brought the News to her Gates,
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But joyfull Expectants had filled the Streets;
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And as the Coach-Royal pass'd with loud Acclaim,
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Mingl'd with Sighs, they did Welcome the same:
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By one they their Joy for his safety express,
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By to'ther their Sorrow for his late Distress.
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The Bells too they cou'd not this good News conceal,
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But Welcom'd him in with a Merry Appeal:
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To Mournful White-Hall he did scarcely appear,
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But Sadness flew thence that had sat brooding there:
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The Gates so late clos'd, to our Monarch gave place,
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While he restor'd joy to each sorrowful face;
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And thither the Nobles resorted amain,
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To fill up the Room of his scattered Train.
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With true Loyal hearts for to Welcome him home,
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So may our Divisions to Settlement come;
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Our Troubles all cease, and the Nation be freed
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Of those that wou'd Discord amongst us still breed;
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Whilst the King and People in Love they do meet,
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And right understanding does make him more Great;
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That we as a Providence, ever may own,
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The Discov'ry that caus'd his return to the Throne.
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The Prospect of War that did dreadful appear,
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We now are in hopes there's no cause for to fear;
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But that without Blood-shed things may be secure,
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And we with Priests Councils be troubl'd no more:
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So Law and Religion may flourish amain,
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And Plenty and Peace grow up under his Reign;
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Our Swords into Plow-shears, to Pruning-hooks Spears
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We wish may be turn'd, and still banish our Fears.
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But this, to a Parliament we must submit,
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And with the great Nations Wise Council may Sit,
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So to heal all our Grievances, that none Complain,
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But Protestants all may assured remain
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Of what by Unbyas'd Men shall be thought Just,
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In Religion, Law, Property, ne'r to be Cross'd:
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And now to conclude, let us heartily Sing,
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Blest Heaven be thank'd for th' Return of the King.
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FINIS.
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