A
CONGRATULATORY
POEM
TO THE
King's Most Sacred Majesty,
On the Happy BIRTH of the
PRINCE of WALES.
By Mrs. A. BEHN.
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JOY to the Greatest MONARCH of the Earth!
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As many Joys as this Illustrious BIRTH
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Has Elevated Hearts! As Endless too,
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As are the VOWS we Offer up for You.
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"Oh Happy KING! to whom a SON is Born!
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"What more cou'd Heaven for this Bless'd Land perform?
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Long with Prophetick Fire, Resolv'd and Bold,
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Your Glorious FATE and FORTUNE I foretold.
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I saw the Stars that did attend Your REIGN,
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And how they Triumph'd o'er Great Charles's Wain.
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Far off I saw this HAPPY DAY Appear;
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This Jubilee, not known this Fifty Year.
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This Day, foretold, (Great SIR!) that gives you more
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Than even Your Glorious Virtues did before.
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No MONARCH's Birth was ever Usher'd in
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With Signs so Fortunate as this has been.
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The (a) Holy Trinity his BIRTH-DAY claims,
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Who to the World their best Lov'd Blessings sends.
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Guarded he comes, in Triumph over FATE,
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And all the Shining HOST around him wait.
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Angels and Saints, that do his Train Adorn,
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In Hallelujahs Sing, A KING IS BORN!
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Blest (b) MARGARET, Scotlands Royal Saint and Queen,
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The last Great Branch of all the Saxon Line,
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Waits on this HAPPY BIRTH, and does Declare
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He, in her Right to Saxons, is the HEIR.
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In the Fam'd Room, by happy Fate brought forth,
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Where (c) Two Illustrious KINGS receiv'd their Birth.
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(c) Charles II.
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James II.
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The LESSONS for This Day, by Chance Divine,
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Appear'd as they were Order'd by Design.
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The First, the Holy PROPHET did Unfold
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When he the Birth of the MESSIAH told.
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The Words are These; (d) His Fan is in his Hand,
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And he shall throughly purge the Floor or Land,
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Gathering the Wheat into the Granary:
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Then all One FAITH, at least One SOUL shall be.
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The Morning
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Lesson for the Day.
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ANGEL next the PATRIARCH did Inform,
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"That ISAAC, Chosen ISAAC, shou'd be Born.
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The Evening
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Lesson, Gen.
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18.10.
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ASTROLOGERS Divine! that when the Sun
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Is Mounted to his Full Meridian,
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'Tis Lucky to be Born; and does Portend
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Long Life, that can by no Misfortune end.
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Thus, in his Summer-Solstice views the Light,
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Breaks out, and makes our Longest Day more Bright.
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Methinks I hear the Belgick LION Roar,
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And Lash his Angry Tail against the Shore.
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Inrag'd to hear a PRINCE OF WALES is Born:
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Whose BROWS his Boasted Laurels shall Adorn.
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Whose Angel FACE already does express
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His Foreign CONQUESTS, and Domestick PEACE.
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While in his Awful little EYES we Fin'd
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He's of the Brave, and the Forgiving KIND.
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All Joy Great QUEEN! --- if to your Happy Store
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Our Grateful Pray'rs, and Wishes can add more.
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Your Blest DELIVERANCE to Congratulate,
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The Adoring World is Prostrate at your Feet.
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Where TEARS of Joy, and Humble VERSE I lay
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Too mean a Trophy for this GLORIOUS DAY:
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Inspir'd by Nothing but Prophetick Truth,
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They Boast no other Fire, no other Worth.
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Full of the JOY, no LINES Correct can write,
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My Pleasures too Extream for Thought or Wit.
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Charm'd to Excess, alas! I strive in Vain,
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In Scanty VERSE my Transports to Explain
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Too Vast for Narrow NUMBERS to Contain.
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