Poems, &c. written upon several occasions, and to several persons by Edmond Waller.
Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.
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To the King, upon His Majesties happy Return.
THe rising Sun complies with our weak sight,
First gilds the clouds, then shews his globe of light
At such a distance from our eyes, as though
He knew what harm his hasty Beams would do.
But your full MAIESTY at once breaks forth
In the Meridian of Your Reign, Your Worth,
Your Youth, and all the splendor of Your State,
Wrapt up, till now, in clouds of adverse Fate,
With such a floud of light invade our eyes,
And our spread hearts with so great joy surprize,
That, if Your Grace incline that we should live,
You must not (SIR) too hastily forgive.
Page 172 Our guilt preserves us from th' excess of joy,
Which scatters 〈◊〉, and would life destroy.
All are obnoxious, and this faulty Land
Like f•inting Hester does before you stand,
Watching your Scepter, the revolted Sea
Trembles to think she did your Foes obey.
Great Brit••i•, Like blind Rolipheme, of late
In a wild r•ge became the scorn and hate
Of her proud Neighbors, who began to think,
She, with the weight of her own force would sink
But You are come, and all their hopes are vain,
This Giant Isle has got her Eye again;
Now she might spare the Ocean, and oppose
Your conduct to the fiercest of her Foes:
Naked, the Graces guarded you from all
Dangers abroad, and now your Thunder shall.
Page 173 Princes, that saw you, different Passions prove,
For now they dread the Object of their love;
Nor without envy can behold His height,
Whose Conversation was their late delight,
So Semele contented with the rape
Of Iove disguised in a mortal shape,
When she beheld his hands with lightning fill'd,
and his bright rayes, was with amazement kill'd,
And though it be our sorrow and our crime
To have accepted life so long a time
Without You here, yet does this absence gain
No small advantage to Your present Reign:
For, having view'd the persons and the things,
The Councils, State and Strength of Europe's Kings,
You know your work; Ambition to restrain,
And set them bounds, as Heav'n does to the Main:
We have you now with ruling wisdom fraught,
Not such as Books, but such as Practice taught:
Page 174 So the l•st Sun, while least by us enjoy'd,
Is the whole night, for our concern imploy'd:
He ripens Spices, Fruit, and precious Gums,
Which from remotest Regions hither comes.
This seat of Yours, from th' other world remov'd,
Had Archimede's known, he might have prov'd
His Engines force, fixt here, your power and skill
Make the world's motion wait upon your will.
Much suffering Monarch, the first English born,
That has the Crown of these three Nations worn,
How has your patience, with the barbarous rage
Of Your own Soil, contended half an age?
Till (Your try'd Vertue, and Your sacred Word,
At last preventing Your unwilling Sword)
Armies and Fleets, which kept You out so long,
Own'd their great Sovereign, and redrest His wron•
When straight the People, by no force compell'd▪
Nor longer from their inclination held,
Page 175 Break forth at once, like Powder let on fire,
And with a Noble rage their KING require▪
So th'injur'd Sea, which from her wonted course,
To gain some Acres, Avarice did force,
If the new Banks, neglected once, decay,
No longer will from her old Channel •tay,
Raging, the late-got Land the over••ows,
And all that's built upon't to ruine goes.
O••enders now, the chiefe••, do begin
To strive for Grace, and expiate their 〈◊〉
All Winds blow fair, that did the World imbroil,
Your Vipers Treacle yield, and 〈…〉,
If then such praise the Macedonian got,
•or having rudely cut the Gordian knot;
What Glory's due to him that could divide
•uch ravell'd int'rests, has the knot unty'd,
Page 176 And without stroke so smooth a passage made,
Where craft and malice such impeachments laid▪
But while we praise You, You ascribe it all
To his high hand, which threw the untoucht Wall
Of self-demolisht Ierico so low:
His Angel 'twas that did before You go,
Tam'd savage hearts, and made affections yield,
Like Ears of Corn when Wind salutes the Field.
Thus Patience crown'd: like Iob's Your Trouble end▪
Having your Foes to pardon, and your Friend•:
For though your Courage were so firm a Rock,
What private V•rtue could endure the shock?
Like Your great Master, You the Storm withstood,
And pitied those who Love with •railty shew'd.
Rude Indians torturing all the Royal Race
Him with the Throne and dear bought Scepter grace
Page 177〈…〉: what Region could be found,
Where yo•• h•roick Head had not been crown'd?
The next experience of Your mighty mind,
〈◊〉 how You combat Fortune now she's kind;
And this way too, You are victorious found,
••e flatters with the same success she frown'd;
While to Your Self severe, to others kind,
With power unbounded, and a will confin'd,
Of this vast Empire You possess the care,
〈◊〉 softer part falls to the Peoples share:
•••ey and equal Government are things
Which Subjects make as happy as their Kings.
Faith Law, and Piety, that banisht train,
〈◊〉 and Truth, with You return again:
〈◊〉 Cities Trade, and Countries easre life
Page 178 Your Reign no less assures the Ploughman's peace,
Than the warm Sun advances his increase;
And does the Shepherds as securely keep
From all their fears, as they preserve their sheep.
But above all, the Muse inspired train
Triumph, and raise their drooping heads again;
Kind Heaven at once has in Your Person sent
Their sacred Judge, their Guard, and Argument.
Nec magis express• vultus per aenea signa
Quam per val is op•• mores, animique 〈◊〉