The Royal Court in Mourning,
For the Death of our Gracious
KING WILLIAM,
Who left this Earthly Crown the 8th. of March 1701, for one
more glorious in Heaven, or Protestants Lamenation for
the loss of so good and gracious a Prince, who was the De-
fender of all good Protestants. Tune of, Aim not too
high, Licensed according to Order.
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ENgland, thy Sun have shined many years,
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But now thy Glorious Sun's beams disappear
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By darksom clouds thy sun is over spread,
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That valiant Prince great William now is dead,
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When as the Romish powers so did Reign,
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And many thousands thought they should be slan,
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this mighty Prince appointed by God's Hand,
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With great boldness came o're to Englands land.
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And in short time this valiant prince of might,
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Did put his enemys unto their flght,
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And to great Englands, Joy this prince 'tis known,
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And his princess was settled on the thrown.
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And in few years his Queen by fatal death,
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Was forced to resign her vital breath,
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the which no doubt much like a fatal dart,
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Did wound this mighty monarch to the heart.
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In the next Place Death, he who Conquers all,
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Did force young Gloster at his feet to fall,
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And now behold he who was Englands Joy,
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And great defender, death hath snached away.
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Leaving three Kingdoms now in tears to rue,
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Death thou hast done what Man could never do,
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this prince which thou hast taken from the throne
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Was the greatest Champion sure that e're was known.
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He never feared no mortal Man at all,
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A Second David sure we may him Call,
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By the Great mighty acts which he hath done,
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And for wisdom a second Soloman.
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From the first day that he injoy'd his Crown,
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Untill that moment in which he laid it down,
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this good and gracious prince he all that while,
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Did give the Christian Churches leave to smile
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But now he is fallen by deaths fatal hand,
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And we that are the natives of this Land,
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Are left in floods of tears with grief of soul,
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the loss of this good prince for to condole.
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Seeing his bright day is turn'd to darksome night
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And his dear Soul was forced to take her flight
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Lord let the Angels meet her by the way,
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And carry her safe into Eternal Joy.
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Seeing Death hath snatch'd him from his Earthl Throne
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Lord Jesus grant this Prince he may be one,
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That in the blessed Throne shall Crowned be,
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With Saints and Angels to Eternity.
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Seeing he is Dead to grieve it is in Vain,
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'Tis not our Tears can fetch him back again,
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England cheer up thy heart be not cast down,
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For there's another doth injoy his Crown.
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That wise and prudent Princess Lady ANN,
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Who was no doubt appointed by God's Hand.
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Brave England's Crown and Scepture for to sway
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And Heavens grant she may that same injoy.
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In Peace with Joy and Pleasure many a Year,
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And grant while she remains among us here,
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She may up for the Church of England stand,
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And for the good of this our Native Land.
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