CLad with the Infant Glories of the Spring,
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Haste pious Muse, Great JAMES Divinly Sing;
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Rideing secure in peaceful Albions Bay,
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Grateful to Her above the New-Born Day.
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Welcome Great Sir, salutes you evry where,
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Belovd by JOVE, by Birth His chiefest care:
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With busy joy our Seven-fold Lute we String,
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To tell in Notes your safety to the King;
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Movd with soft Numbers envy here is shown,
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Each strives to bid you welcome to the Town.
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With melting Harmony our Harps are Strung,
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Soft as the Love with which the Throne is Hung:
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Such Mirth your Presence adds to Monarchy,
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In spite of Rage, and Factious Anarchy
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Those Closet-Products of Damnd Whiggery:
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Such new raisd Plagues of every Corporation,
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We will allay by Anti-Association;
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Laden with Loyalty our Arms shall be
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That Golden Bracelet of Blest Unity,
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The sole unbiasd Basis of true Property:
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Next after CHARLES a Monarch you may claim,
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At whose Protection all our Fortunes aim.
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ENGLAND Triumphant now may brighter Shine,
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Blest with the Rayes of thy good Fathers Line;
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Crownd with Religious peaceful Olive, She
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With Tory Zeal a Monument to Thee
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Shall raise of ever verdant Piety.
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Long did our Royal Monarch in his mind
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Hugg your Return, and hopd that some kind Wind
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Would lodge you safe within His Sacred Arms,
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Where scarce His Scepter feels more pleasing Charms,
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Oh! could we raise our groveling Souls to Thee,
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Filld with a smooth Majestick Harmony!
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For to a Crown, that Monarch of Delight,
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Virtue like Thine Victorious takes her Flight.
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But cease my Muse, in wishes speak the rest,
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Whilst with two Godlike Souls our Albions Blest.
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