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Funeral Tears to the Sacred Memory of our late Soveraign King CHARLES the Second.
THe Noon-day Star, that once out-fac'd the Sun,
Charles his bright Phosphor, has its period ••un:
And resting Charles, with more six'd Glories crown'd,
Has past his mighty finish'd Circle roun••.
All th' untired race of Prodigies, the late
Continued shame of this Stupendious sate,
Which once his Restoration Lawrels bore;
Those never-sleeping Pores, now move no more.
Myriads of Gardian Angels all disband;
And Wonders wait no more on his Right Hand.
Whilst Truth invincible, unbyast Right,
Goodness unbounded, Mercy Infinite;
Honour Unsullyed; All the brightest Train
Of Ministring Graces t' his Illustrious Raign,
Their Royal Robes to Funeral Sables turn
All Mourners o're their Sacred Masters Urn:
But'midst the Tears our streaming Sorrows pour
Three Wailing Kingdoms in one Loyal Show••
How feebly does our Voice of Mourning sound,
Whilst Royal Eyes in deeper Griefs lie drown'd