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RECOVERY.
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YEt once more Peace turns back her head, to smile,
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And take some Pity on our stubborn Isle;
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She, and her Sister Truth now Hand in Hand,
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Return to visit our forsaken Land.
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I see, I see, O Albion! Bless the Sight!
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Truth long Eclipsd lift up her Sacred Light,
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And chase away the obscene Birds of Night.
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Th ill Boding Screech-Owl we so long did fear,
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Hovring above us in our thickned Air;
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Whose Fatal Note was never heard, but Death
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Followd th Infernal Evidencing Breath.
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Hail Lovely Truth! Oh! Spread thy Rays Divine,
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And bid thy Dawning Beams more fully Shine;
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Already thy Glad Influence We find,
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And all now see but They who will be blind:
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They see whilst Thou holdst up thy Guiding Light,
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The Dangerous Errour of their Former Night;
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A Night, which all our Heaven did Invade,
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By the Dire Skill of State Magicians made.
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In a Dark Cell the Wayward Brothers met,
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I th midst a Chair there was for Satan set;
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Which in his Absence---------
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A little Witherd Conjurer Supplyd,
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And all his Imps drank Venom from his Side:
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His Word was (then He out his Tap did pluck,)
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Come my young Pugs of Treason, come and Suck:
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This Hellish Rite performd, to work they go
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To raise up Darkness from the Shades below;
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Thick Mists of Popular Fears and Jealousies
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Did at their Necromantick Call arise,
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And in Black Clouds hid the British Skies.
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Here first their unskild Spirits their Visions playd,
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And learnt their Visions to the Hatfield Maid:
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Here first were raisd the wondring World to scar,
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The Armies Harris Musterd in the Air.
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But now the Charmss Dissolvd, and Englands free
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From the Enchantment, does its Madness see;
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Sees its vain Fears of that Expected Day,
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No Royal Blood staind the Fifteenth of May:
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Prevailing Truth has opend Britains Eyes,
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And Folly seen, begins to make Her wise.
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O let us then Unite, make Faction cease,
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Nor think Confusion is the way to Peace;
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That Schism must the Churches Fall prevent,
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Or breaking Law, secure the Government.
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Let Traytors to expected Tryal come,
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And from the Mouth of Justice hear their Doom:
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Tis so, the Traytor comes, now, now maintain
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Justice thy Seat, nor bear the Sword in vain.
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Tho Hackney Speakers woud ore Law prevail,
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And Conquer Thee by telling a false Tale;
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Though Factious or Guilty Lords appear,
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To blunt that Sword whose Edge they justly fear;
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Tho Garter Blue, and Star the Court should awe;
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But oh! that Star does now its Beams withdraw,
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Nor at the Tryal will its Light dispence,
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To cherish Treason with its Influence.
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What then are they who from thy Hand would snatch
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The blackest Traytor Hell did ever hatch?
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When they but once that Horrid Paper see,
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Which does almost exceed in Villany,
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Satan, or his Viceregent Sh------ry;
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Who in this Cause so much had never done,
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But that he knew the ugly Brat his own.
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Yet all in vain strives Councellours and Lord,
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Revenging Goddess, speak the Fatal Word;
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Nor let Confession turn aside thy Blow,
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But once strike Rogues that own that they are so.
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Had this been early done, thad savd the Guilt
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Of so much Blood so Prodigally spilt;
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While certan Villany did hurry hence,
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To Unjust Death Suspected Innocence.
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But Justice now in this Triumphant Scene,
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Thy Shame does end, and Triumph does begin.
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All this to thy Defender CHARLES is due,
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Who now with Thee His Glory does renew;
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Already with fresh Beams the Crown does shine,
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Power Sacred grows, and Majesty Divine:
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His Majestys Scepters in His Hand held fast,
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Nor like a Reed is bent with every Blast:
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Hold, hold Great CHARLES, this Resolution hold,
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And in thy own and Kingdoms Cause be Bold;
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What ever of this Mighty Body, Thou
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The Head Resolvst, We thy Hands will do;
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Dare to be Happy, and to make Us so.
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How Great is Majesty, and how August?
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How God-like, when tis Resolutely Just?
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Then tis that Willing Subjects gladly meet,
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To throw their Lives before their Monarchs Feet;
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Then tis their Fortunes they before him lay,
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Sue to be Ruld, and Glory to Obey.
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Such CHARLES is now thy State, and such the Train
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Of these that now Petition Thee to Reign;
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See, even thy Prodigal Son does now desire,
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To leave his Husks, and Swine, and Wapping Mire,
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In which so long He wallowd up and down,
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Known to each Dirty Kennel in the Town;
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And to his Injurd Father, and his Lord,
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Would by his much wrongd Unkle be restord.
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How well have W------s, J------s, and W------n,
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B---h, G------d, T------y, their great Duties done!
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How have They taught the People to Repent
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Their Zeal for their great Idol P---------t!
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How have They shewn the Arbitrary way
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That Monster took to make Us all its Prey?
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They to lose all, claimd more than was their Right,
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And stretchd their Power only to break it quite.
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These, These are They who have True Service done,
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Meriting their Sacred Favours from the Crown:
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These, These have made a Dissolution be,
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Not Wisdom only, but Necessity.
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These thus removd, our Jealousies and Fears,
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Were ever so Deserving Pensioners!
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Then Charles, since all things now conspire to bless
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Thy Peaceful Age with Conquest and Success;
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Begin, Resolve, and Venture to be Great,
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Now overthrow these Vast Designs of Fate:
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Begin at home, Purge thine own House, and free
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From Villains Tongues the Ears of Majesty;
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False P------s from the Bed-chamber Discard,
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Let Catch-pole Br------s thy Court be bard,
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Nor leave one Factious R------l in the Guard.
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