OUr Age strange things hath brought to light,
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OUr Age strange things hath brought to light,
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And time hath chased away the night;
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Now doth our Sun his beams display
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And shows to us a lightsome day.
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England cheer up, do not repine,
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A second Charles his Sun shall shine.
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Black and dark was our morning Star,
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As darksome night or far blacker,
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A woful change did so increase
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Within our little universe:
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England cheer up, do not repine
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A second Charles his Sun shall shine.
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But now our bright morning doth arise
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And golden hopes doth paint our skies,
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Which in our hearts doth comfort breed
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Because in heaven it is decreed:
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All sorrows let us now refrain
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A second Charles once more shall Reign.
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And let us now ourselves commit,
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To him that doth in Heaven sit;
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Our case that he to mind will call
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After our sad and great downfall,
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That we this comfort may attain,
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That a second Charles once more may Reign.
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He will us govern you shall see,
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In Love, and Peace, and Unity:
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And from all harms will us defend,
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'Gainst all that with us do contend.
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Each others love then we shall gain,
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When that a second Charles doth Reign
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He shall our King and Shepherd be,
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And lead us to felicity:
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To us he will example give
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Even all the dayes that he doth live.
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And peacefully he will us guide
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Unto those streams that sweetly glide.
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And he will us so with love inure,
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And cause us for to be secure
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From all our forreign enemies,
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And all Assaults and Batteries.
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He will our Rightful Cause maintain,
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When that in England he doth Reign.
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Light out of darkness is now display'd,
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Which was before in darkness laid;
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True Oracles shall never fail.
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For miracles to make men quail:
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Charles shall his Fathers right attain
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Over these Nations for to Reign.
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And shall be seated upon his Throne,
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Where many years there hath been none
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Which is upheld with pillers four,
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Justice, and Truth, Mercy, and Power
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Earthly perfection we then shall gain,
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When that a second Charles doth Reign.
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The second Part, to the same Tune.
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THen shall we hear sweet harmony,
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Without him there's no melody:
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He is sweeter to fair Englands minde,
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Then any meat that she can finde.
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She doth desire him to attain
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And have a second Charles again.
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He's our Physician, he can ease
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Our mindes, and cure our disease,
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And heal our drooping heavy hearts;
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And also cure our outward smarts.
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And Englands peace he will maintain
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When that a second Charles doth Reign
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Although our foes at us let fly,
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And us assault with battery,
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He will discomfit them we know,
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By earthly powers here below:
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Of forreign Nations we love shall gain,
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When that a second Charles doth Reign.
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Charles is Englands resplendant Sun,
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For want of whom we are undone:
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We ruled have been by tyranny
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And seduced long by subtilty:
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Now all our longings are in vain,
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Except a second Charles do Reign.
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Charles show to us thy Rosie face,
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With gentle offers of thy grace;
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With reverence we will all admire
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Thy graces which we all desire:
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Let all men palms and laurel bring,
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For to Crown Charles our gracious King.
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Our sorrows then thou shalt subdue,
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And all our former joyes renew;
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Now lift us up with all thy strength,
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Let us enjoy sweet peace at length:
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Our hearts doth in thy brest remain,
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And we desire that Charles may Reign.
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The Tyrant's dead that sought to spill
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The innocent and him to kill;
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Do but return and save us now,
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And we will Crown thy lovely Brow
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With praise and prayers once again,
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When that in England thou doest Rei[gn]
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Great Charles for thee we all will pray,
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And for George Monck, both night and day,
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And for his Army great and small
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God bless and eke preserve them all:
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And for the Parliament again,
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That Charles the second he may Reign.
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