Upon the Departure of His
GRACE,
James, Duke of Monmouth.
To all Protestant well-wishers.
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AH! Can he go and no one shed a Tear
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For him, who never thought his Life too dear
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To hazard, to protect us from our Foes;
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As his late Victories in Scotland showes.
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Holland and France, will Trumpet forth his Fame,
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Until they each of them shall want a Name.
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And shall we be less Grateful to that Prince,
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Whose daily Actions does the World convince?
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Are only squared for the common good,
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For which hele venture Fortune, Life and Blood.
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Let Protestants a sorrow now contrive,
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To shew his absence they can scarce Survive.
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Let England lament untill it be,
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Turned into a weeping Niobe;
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And with their fervent Sighs keep full his Sails,
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With Loyal, safe, and the most prosprous Gayls.
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And let their Tears into the Sea resort,
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To waft him safely to his Royal Port.
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And may their daily prayrs to Heaven be,
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That he may scape all Dangers of the Sea.
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May his most Royal Father live to see,
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Him ore his Foes obtain sole Victory.
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And be a pattern to his Royal Son,
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In what he hath so worthily begun.
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And may he in due time with all renoun,
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Enjoy the Favours Fortune tumbles down.
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May this, and all the happiness that can,
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Be bounded in the boundless heart of Man,
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Attend the Noble Monmouth. May he be,
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Still our Defence, and Scourge to Popery.
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May thy Great Soul Great Prince like active Fire,
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The more deprest, more vigrous and rise higher.
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Which like a Ball thrown hard against the Ground,
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Rises much more, upon a fair rebound.
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May still the Charms of thy Eternal Fame,
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Convince thy Foes of an immortal shame.
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May thy high Actions of thy Great Renoun,
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Shake and destroy the Roman Triple Crown.
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May Heavn and Earth both thy possessions be,
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And may thy Bliss last to Eternity.
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Great Prince and Patron, now we must submit,
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Our present Lives, to what the Fates think fit.
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Yet this we boldly dare affirm as true,
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None but your Royal Father, Sir and you,
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Can keep our half dead gasping souls alive,
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He whilst he lives, and you whilst you survive.
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May our Great God protect his happy Reign,
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To see you once return with Joy again;
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To be Assistant to the Royal Will,
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Of our Dear Sovraign, Faiths Defender still.
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Which Princely Monmouth we with Tears implore,
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Daily and Hourly, at Heavns Christal Dore.
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Our Prayrs shall never cease, until God grants,
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This Christian-wish of all true Protestants.
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