ALL you, who this Day's Jubilee attend,
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And every Loyal Muses Loyal Friend;
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That come to treat your longing wishes here,
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Turn your desiring Eyes and feast 'em, there.
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Thus falling on your Knees with me implore,
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May this poor Land ne'er lose that Presence more:
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But if there any in this Circle be,
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That come so curst to envy what they see:
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From the vain Fool that would be great too soon,
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To the dull Knave that writ the last Lampoon!
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Let such, as Victims to that Beautie's Fame,
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Hang their vile blasted Heads, and Dye with shame.
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Our mighty Blessing is at last return'd,
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The joy arriv'd for which so long we mourn'd:
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From whom our present peace we expect increas't,
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And all our future Generations blest:
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Time have a Care: bring safe the hour of joy
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When some blest Tongue proclaims a Royal Boy:
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And when 'tis born, let Nature's hand be strong;
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Bless him with days of strength and make 'em long;
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Till charg'd with honors we behold him stand,
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Three Kingdoms Banners waiting his Command,
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His Father's Conquering Sword within his Hand:
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Then th' English Lions in the Air advance,
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And with them roaring Musick to the Dance,
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Carry a Quo Warranto into France.
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