BE gone dark shadows of a gloomy night:
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Pack hence you furious Bugbears which affright
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Weak humane fancies; banish sullen fears,
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State-Tempests now are still, fair Calms appears:
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Heav'ns are serene, Faces and Hearts rejoyce;
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Weigh Anchor Marriners, your Sails up-hoise,
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And steer your Royal Vessel to that Port,
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Where Loyal Hearts in Myriads shall resort;
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Where every Knee shall bow, each Tongue shall cry
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Blessed Encomiums to His MAJESTY.
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BREDAH adieu, our DOVER longs to see
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That Face, where's mounted Soveraign Majestie;
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That Heart where Love enthroned sits and lives,
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And greatest Injuries forgets, forgives;
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That Magazine of Humane Policy,
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Patterne of Patience, Prudence, Piety:
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Once the Contempt, but now the Worlds great Wonder;
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A King of Peace, and yet a King of Thunder:
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A Son of Suffering, but now Triumphing,
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By Patience learn't the Art of Overcoming:
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O're rigid Frowns, and feigned Smiles from those,
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Pretended Friendship, prov'd His greatest Foes.
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But stay! me-thinks I see our ENGLANDS SUN,
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Great BRITAINS Glory, in's Meridian,
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Within the Royal Palace of WHITEHALL,
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Conducted by our Noble GENERAL;
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Whose Valour, Prudence, and Fidelitie,
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Deserves that GEORGE of ENGLAND styl'd he be:
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Who Prince, and People, Liberties and Laws
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Hath now restor'd from the Usurping Paws
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Of false Pretenders. Who shall write his Story?
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Puts Kings and Kingdoms in their Native Glory.
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Long live King CHARLES the Great, the Good, the Just,
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Blest in His Subjects, happy in His Trust:
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Long may His Princely Scepter bear Command,
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Over our Kingdoms both by Sea and Land.
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Thrice welcome our Dread Soveraign, King of Hearts,
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This is the Common Suffrage from all Parts:
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Both High and Low, both Rich and Poor, they sing
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Rejoycing Eccho's for their Sacred King.
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Possess and Rule, inherite what's Your own,
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You'r BRITAINS Glory, and Your Subjects Crown;
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Which done, Posterities to come shall tell,
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King CHARLES the Second's without Parallel.
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