To His most Sacred Majesty
King William III.
A Congratulatory POEM.
As it was Presented to His MAJESTY, by the
Author, at Grace-Church-Street Corner.
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[I.]
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HAIL! Mighty MONARCH, Hail!
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Let Vict'ry's Wreath
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Be 'Girt upon Thy BROW: Let Angels down
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Descend with Orbs, t' incircle 'round Thy CROWN,
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Since Blessed PEACE,
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Arriv'd in Brittains Isle,
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Once Banish'd, comes again, with Heav'n's Auspicious Smile:
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[II.]
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Let ev'ry LOYAL Heart
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Insatiate Gaze
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On THEE with greedy Eyes: --- And let Thy SOUL,
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By the bright Builder of each Heav'nly Pole,
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With HALCYON Dayes
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Be Bless'd. Let each impart,
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Who once Offensive were, a Humble, Contrite HEART.
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[III.]
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Thrice Hail, Heroick PRINCE!
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Whose Actions Great,
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Put MARS into a Trembling, Pannick Fear,
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To see Great Britains KING Reign GOD of WAR:
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MINERVA Beat,
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T'espy the CURB of FRANCE,
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Her Left-hand Gorgon'd Shield, against her Right-hand Lance:
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[IV.]
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Dread, Mighty MONARCH, may
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Y' injoy the THRONE,
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With Lasting, Plenteous PEACE; whilst Thy dread Fame
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Scatters Amazement thro this tott'ring Frame:
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That all may Own,
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And ev'ry Nation Say;
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Not Thund'ring Jove, but Mighty NASSAU Rules the Day:
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[V.]
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The World hath Felt Thine ARMS! ---
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Let th' Shannon, Boyne,
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Athlone, Namure, Landen, and Steenkirk Tell
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What Numbers by Thy Mighty PROWESS Fell.
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Let th' Heavens Design
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Thy Bliss: And let That ARM
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SCEPTER'D, Secure Thy Subjects from all Foreign Harm:
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[VI.]
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Behold, Heroick SOUL!
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Thy Subjects stand
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Ravish'd to see Thy Royal PRESENCE Bliss
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(After Fatiegues) this Isle's METROPOLIS.
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Each Heart doth send
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An Eccho to'ards the Sky,
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Thus Wishing, CAESAR Live! For Ever Live, say I,
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Your MAJESTY's most
Dutiful, [a]nd Loyal Subject,
Benja. Harris.
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