Poems, &c. written upon several occasions, and to several persons by Edmond Waller.
Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.

Of the Queen.

THe Lark that shuns on losty boughs to build;
Her humble Nest, lies silent in the Field;
But if the promise of a cloudless day,
Aurora smiling, bids her rise and play,
Then straight she shews, 't was not for want of voic
Or power to climb, she made so low a choice:
Singing she mounts, her airy wings are stretcht
Towards Heaven, as if from Heaven her note she fetch
Page  117 So we retiring from the busie throng,
Use to restrain th' ambition of, our Song;
But since the light which now informs our age
Breaks from the Court indulgent to her rge,
Thither my Muse, like bold Promethes, flies
To light her Torch at Gloriana's eyes.
Those Sovereign beams, which heal the wounded soul
And all our cares but once beheld controul;
There the poor Lover that has long, endur'd
Some proud Nymphs scorn, of his fond passion cur'd
Fares like the man who first upon the ground
A glow worm spy'd supposing he had found
A moving Diamond, a breathing Stone
(For life it had, and like those Jewels shone:)
He held it dear, till by the springing day.
nform'd, he threw the worthless worm away.
Page  118 She saves the Lover as we Gangreens stay,
By cutting hope, like a Iopt Limb, away:
This makes her bleeding patients to accuse
High Heaven, and these expostulations use:
Could Natue then no private Woman grace
(Whom we might dare to love) with such a face,
Such a complexion, and so radiant eyes,
Such lovely motion, and such sharp replies?
Beyond our reach, and yet within our sight,
What envious power has plac'd this glorious light?
Thus in a Starry night fond Children cry
For the rich spangles that adorn the Skie;
Which though they shine for ever fixed there,
With light and influence relieve us here.
All her affections are to one enclin'd,
Her bounty and compassion to Mankind:
To whom while she so far extends her grace,
She makes but good the promise of her face:
Page  119 For Mercy has (could Mercies self be seen)
No sweeter look than this propitious Queen;
Such guard and comfort the distressed find
From her large power, and from her larger mind,
That whom ill fate would ruine, it prefers,
For all the Miserable are made hers.
So the fair Tree whereon the Eagle builds,
Poor Sheep from tempests, & their Shepherds shields:
The Royal Bird possesses all the bows,
But shade and shelter to the Flock allows.
Joy of our age, aud safety of the next,
For which so oft thy ertile Womb is vext:
Nobly contented, for the publick good
To waste thy spirits and diffuse thy blood:
What vast hopes may these Islands entertain,
Where Monarchs thus descended are to reign?
Page  120 Led by Commanders of so fair a Line,
Our Seas no longer shall our power confine.
A brave Romance who would exactly frame,
First brings his Knight from some immortal Dame▪
And then a weapon, and a flaming shield,
Bright as his mothers eyes, he makes him wield.
None might the mother of Achilles be,
But the fair Pearl, and glory of the Sea;
The man to whom great Maro gives such fame
From the high bed of heavenly Venus came;
And our next Charles, (whom all the stars design
Like wonders to accomplish) springs from thine.