WISE Senators! We much Congratulate
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Your happy Meeting, for to heal our State:
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Our State was Sick, it lay much i th Head,
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We lookt upon ourselves as almost Dead,
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Had not our Israels Gideon came with speed,
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We could not now have said, Who did the Deed:
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But now the Tide is turnd, the Trap they made,
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Did catch themselves, we are not now dismayd.
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They now are frustrated in their Intention,
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That God hath Blest us with a Wise Convention.
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Now Justice will run down, and Judgment meet,
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And Righteousness and Peace, they will them greet.
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May Halcion days of Joy, always attend
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Our Noble Senators, until their Lives do end.
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These days of Purim, Why should we be sad?
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Though Haman must be Hangd, Let us be Glad.
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The Voice o th Turtle now is heard i th Nation,
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Which makes the Popelings Mad with Consternation:
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The time of Singing Birds, it is now come,
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Be packing all you Papists, now for Rome:
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There Plot, and Plot, and lay your Damnd design
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As low as Hell, wel find a Countermine:
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Call your Black Emissaries, let them go
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To those dark Cells, and dismal Vaults below;
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Where Massacrees and Murthers have their Birth,
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And Acted by the Devils Apes on Earth:
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Go, go, into your secret Cells, and Mourn
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Among the shady Groves, and silent Urns;
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Whilst our grave Patriots in Peace do Rest,
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In this our Land, with Joy and Plenty Blest.
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Long may you live State Pillars, whilst youre here,
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Till Heaven removes you to a higher Sphere:
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And may your Names for ever be Enrold,
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Mongst Famous Worthies, when this Globe grows Old.
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Rest then (Great Sirs) in Health and Happiness,
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If we can say no more, we wish no less.
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