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XX

She Comes —
Behold the Badge of Peace and Innocence!
The Ivory Scepter is in Triumph born,
So do's the Milky way advance
Before the Rising Morn;
A Hero more than half a God,

XIX

And now the Royal Robes are on,
But oh! what numbers can express
The Glory of the Sacred Dress!
Not the gay Planet , when he's hasting down,
Flowing and ruddy to his Thetis Bed,
And guilds the Sky with dazling Red:
Nor the soft Rays of new-born Light,
Or Heav'n in fancy e're was form'd so bright.
And now a vast Illustrious Train of Stars
Declares, great CYNTHIA first appears;

XVIII

Here let the Royal Pair a while repose
Oh thou impatient Muse!
Though loth as are my Eyes the bliss to lose;
Who never yet could satisfie their sight,
Which do's new life infuse,
When ever they repeat the true delight.
How oft, how silently, alas!
I glide, and hover round the awful place,
Like Fantoms, where their hidden Treasure lies;

XVII

While thus the Ravisht Nerieds Sung
The Echoes from the crowded shore,
Repeated the glad Musick o're;
And all the Banks with Acclamations rung,
Like well-tun'd Vollies with united Peals:
Which after rattle in the distant Sky,
Long live our Sacred King and Queen ! they cry,
And all the vacant round with joyful murmer fills,
Repeating still the grateful noise

XVI

Ten Thousand Garlands from the stores
Of flowry Aromatick shores;
With shining Colours newly born ,
All blooming Beauties of the Morn!
Gather'd before the Delphick God ,
Or the soft Wind that gently breaths ,
Had kist the tender Virgin Bud ,
Had robb'd the sweetness from their leaves;
In mystick order these shall spread

XV

But what at Sacred Juno' s feet
Shall the Adoring Nymphs present?
Juno charming, chast and sweet ,
The refuge of the Innocent:
The business of our pious Theames ,
Our waking Bliss, our joy in Dreams;
The President of Vertuous Wives ,
The bright example of the fair ,
Whence Virgins learn their modest lives;

XIV

Jove for whom our Alters smoke ,
Jove, whom Gods and Men invoke;
By whose sole power the laughing year
Rouls round the gilded Hemisphere;
Who do'st its easie paces move ,
By the soft rule of Peace and Love:
Accept what we thy watery Subjects bring,
Oaken Garlands for our King,
Ever Green and flourishing!
Which Thy Empire shall Proclaim
O're the Tributary Main;

XIII

The Tritans from the Marvels which they saw,
Did Omens of their Future homage draw;
They in the Hero view'd their coming King ,
And from Their wonder fell to Worshipping .
And what before was to the victor due,
They to the Monarch doubly here renew.
The River Nymphs forsake their native streams,
And make their Court to happier Thames ;
Their Pipes of Reeds and shelly Musick bring,
The Tritons play, while the young Naieds sing;

XII

Not the gay feather'd Chanters of the Air
With earlier Songs salute the breaking Day,
Than crowding Hero's , who to Court repair,
Do hail, and bless the Kingdoms Hope and Joy ?
And now the gilded Barges wait
The coming of th' Illustrious Fraight ;
So Rich a Prize no Vessel blest before,
But that which the Almighty SAVIOUR bore!
Their Golden Streamers glitter in the Air ,

XI

Behold Her now by Loves and Graces drest!
Like the Great Wife of Jove in Venus Cest ;
Now She may ask whate're the God can grant,
If ought of Pow'r, or Glory, She can want;
But Heav'n has superseded all Her care,
And giv'n till it has left no use for Pray'r.
No wish for Times swift Coursers to run back,
To catch one flying minute past;
The coming hours, new pleasures hast;