NOw Heaven Smiles; Our Clouded Orb looks bright:
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The Suns returnd, and has dispelld our Night.
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Rejoyce all Loyal Souls: Let all this Isle,
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Be Coverd with an Universal Smile.
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Great JAMES is come! Blest be the Happy Day,
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That did His wisht-for Person safe Convey.
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Our Hearts, the Limits of our Breasts, oerflow,
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And oft for passage to our Mouths do go,
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Eager His Princely Person for to meet,
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And to lie prostrate at His Royal Feet.
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Let all His Foes (tho Foes without a Cause)
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Look back a while, and on His Actions pause:
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Enumerate all His Virtues; Glories, Name,
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Then say why they such Goodness did prophane,
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And strove with Slander to Eclipse His Fame.
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May all that woud His Glories so decrease,
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Or cease to be, or to be Envious cease.
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May they in Shame hang down their Hated Head;
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And never raise um till their Rancours dead.
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Ungrateful Men! What Hazards did He Shun?
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How oft to Death and Danger did He Run?
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To Save your Lives, and Liberties Secure,
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What Hardships, and what Miseries Endure?
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How oft His Royal Person too Expose,
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Amidst (except your Selves) His greatest Foes?
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When He from HOLLAND fraught with Triumphs came,
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And Fame had taught the World no other Name,
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Then your Acknowledgments you did Express,
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To His vast Conduct owd your Happiness.
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Then Caps flew up, and Brimmers too were filld;
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His Health went round, and not a Drop was spilld;
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But in the Fulness of your Flowing Bowls,
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You showd the Gladness of your well-pleasd Souls.
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Now Silent as the Night all husht you lye,
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(Unknown unto your Selves the Reason why)
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And let (Oh! Shame to speak it!) Gratitude to dye.
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Yet all Untainted Loyal Hearts do Sing,
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Welcom, GREAT SIR, Dear Brother of our KING.
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Welcom to us; such Hearty Welcom, SIR,
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As Wealth tth Poor, or Rest tth Traveller,
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Or to the Death-beleagerd his Deliverer.
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