Poems, by that most famous wit, William Drummond of Hawthornden

The Speech of Caledonia, represen∣ting the Kingdom.

THe Heavens have heard our vows, our just desires Obtained are, no higher now aspires Our wishing thought, since to his native Clime The Flower of Princes, honour of his Time, Encheering all our Dales, Hills, Forrests, Streames, (As Phoebus doth the Summer with his beames) Is come, and radiant to us in his traine The golden Age and vertues brings againe; Prince so much longed for, how thou becalm'st Minds easelesse anguish, every care embalm'st With the sweet odours of thy Presence: Now In swelling Tides Joyes every where do flow By thine approach, and that the World may see What unthought wonders do attend on Thee, This Kingdomes Angell I, who since that day That ruthlesse Fate thy Parent rest away, And made a Star, appear'd not any where To gratulate thy comming, come am here. Haile Princes Phoenix, Monarch of all Hearts, Soveraigne of Love and Justice, who imparts More than thou canst receive; To thee this Crown Is due by birth; but more, it is thine own By just desert; and ere another brow Than thine should reach the same, my flouds should flow

With hot Vermilian gore, and every Plaine Levell the hills with Carkasses of slaine, This Isle become a red Sea: Now how sweet Is it to me, when Love and Laws thus meet To girt thy Temples with this Diadem, My Nurselings sacred feare, and dearest Gem, Nor Roman, Saxon, Pict, by sad alarmes Could this acquire and keep; the Heavens in armes From us repell all perills, nor by wars Ought here was won or gaping wounds and scars, Our Lions Clymacterick now is past, And crown'd with Bayes, he rampeth free at last. Here are no Serean Fleeces, Peru Gold, Auroras Gems, nor Wares by Tyrians sold; Towns swell not here with Babylonian Walls, Nor Nero's sky-resembling gold-seel'd Halls, Nor Memphis Spires, nor Quinzayes arched Frames, Captiving Seas, and giving Lands their names: Faith (milke-white Faith) of old belov'd so well, Yet in this corner of the world doth dwell With her pure Sisters, Truth, Simplicity; Here banish'd Honour beares them company, A Mars-adoring Brood is here, their wealth, Sound minds, and bodies of as sound a health; Walls here are Men, who fence their Cities more Than Neptune when he doth in Mountaines roare, Doth guard this Isle, or all those Forts and Tow'rs Amphions Harpe rais'd about Thebes bow'rs, Heavens Arch is oft their roofe, the pleasant shed Of Oake and Plaine oft serves them for a Bed. To suffer want, soft pleasure to despise, Run over panting Mountaines crown'd with Ice, R••vers o'recome, the wastest Lakes appall, (Being to themselves, Oars, Steerers, Ship and all) Is their renown; a brave all-doring Race, Couragious, prudent, doth this Climate grace;

Yet the firme Base on which their glory stands, In peace true hearts, in wars is valiant hands, Which here (great King) they offer up to thee, Thy worth respecting as thy pedegree: Though it be much to come of Princely stem, More is it to deserve a Diadem. Vouchsafe blest People, ravisht here with me, To thinke my thoughts, and see what I do see, A Prince all gracious, affable, divine, Meeke, wise, just, valiant, whose radiant shine, Of Vertues (like the Stars about the Pole Guilding the Night) enlightneth every Soule Your Scepter swaies; a Prince borne in this Age To guard the Innocents from Tyrants rage, To make Peace prosper, Justice to reflow'r, In desert hamlet, as in Lordly Bow'r; A Prince, that though of none he stands in awe, Yet first subjects himselfe to his own Law, Who joyes in good, and still as right directs▪ His greatnesse measures by his good effects, His Peoples pedestall, who rising high, To grace this Throne, makes Scotlands name to fly On Halcyons wings (her glory which restores) Beyond the Ocean to Columbus shores: Gods sacred Picture in this man adore, Honour his Valour, Zeale, his Piety more, High value what you hold, him deep engrave In your hearts Heart, from whom all good ye have: For as Moons splendor from her Brother springs, The Peoples welfare streameth from their Kings. Since your loves Object doth immortall prove, O love this Prince with an eternall love. Pray that those Crowns his Ancestors did weare, His temples long (more orient) may beare, That good he reach by sweetnesse of his sway, That even his shadow may the bad affray;

That Heaven on him what he desires bestow, That still the glory of his greatnesse grow, That your begun felicities may last, That no Orion do with stormes them blast, That Victory his brave exploits attend, East, West, or South, where he his Force shall bend, Till his great Deeds all former Deeds surmount, And quaile the Nimrod of the Hellespont; That when his well-spent care all care becalmes, He may in Peace sleep in a shade of Palmes; And rearing up faire Trophees, that heavens may Extend his life to worlds extreamest day.