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P 0 E M
THOM A S O T W AY.
IN A MONUMENT TO OUR LATE SOVEREIGN KING CHARLES II. OF
EVER BLESSED MEMORY.
“ Dum juga montis aper, Aluvios dum piscis amabit,
Semper Honos, Noménque tuum, Laudésque manebunt.
To the immortal Fame of our late dread Sovereign King CHARLES II. of ever
blessed Memory ; and to the sacred Majesty of the most august and mighty Prince JAMES II. now by the Grace of God King of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, &c. this following Poem is in all humility dedi. cated by his ever devoted and obedient Subject and Servant,
CHOUGH poets immortality may give, Though now (alas !) in the sad grave he lies,
And Troy does still in Homer's numbers, Yet Thall his praise for ever live, and laurels from live :
it rise, How dare I touch thy praise, thou glorious frame, Great were the toils attending the command Which must be deathless as thy raiser's name : Of an ungrateful and a stiff-neck'd land, But that I wanting fame am sure of thine 5 Which, grown too wanton, 'cause 'twas over-blch, To eternize this humble song of mine?
Would never give its nursing father reft ; 16 At least the memory of that more than man, But, having spoil'd the edge of ill-forg'd law, From whofe vast mind thy glories first began, By rods and axes had been kept in awe ; Shall ev’n my mean and worthless verse commend, But that his gracious hand the sceptre held, For wonders always did his name attend. 10, In all the arts of mildly guiding killid;
it rise. "
Who saw those engines which unhing'd us move, Should so much of our old disease retain,
To make us surfeit into slaves again!
80 Knew the vile ways we did t'affli& him také, Slaves to those tyrant lords whose yoke we bore, And watch'd what haste we did to ruin make; And serv'd so base a bondage to before; Yet when upon its brink we seem'd to stand, 25
Yet 'twas our curse, that blessings flow'd too fast, Lent to our succour a forgiving hand.
Or we had appetites too coarse to taste. Though now (alas !) in the sad grave he lies, Fond Israelites, our manna to refuse,
85 Yet all his praise for ever live, and laurels thence And Egypt's loathsome flesh-pots murmuring arise.
chuse. Mercy's indeed the attribute of heaven, Great Charles saw this, yet huth'd his rising breaft, For gods have power to keep the balance even, 30 Though much the lion in his bosom prest: Which if kings loose, how can they govern well? But he for Sway seem'd so by nature made, Mercy should pardon, but the sword compel: That his own passions knew him, and obey'd : 90 Compaflion's else a kingdoni's greatest harm, Maiter of them, he foften'd his command, Its warmth engenders rebels till they swarm; The sword of rule scarce threaten'd in his hand : And round the throne themselves in tumults Stern majesty upon his brow might fit, spread,
35 But smiles, Itill playing round it, made it sweet : To heave the crown from a long-sufferer's head. So finely mix'd, had Nature dar'd e' afford
95 By example this that godlike king once knew, One least perfection more, h' had been ador'd. And after, by experience, found too true. Merciful, just, good-natur'd, liberal, brave, Under Philistian lords we long had mourn'd, Witry, and pleasure's friend, yet not her slave : When he, our great Deliverer, return'd;
The paths of life by noblest methods trod; But thence the deluge of our tears did cease, Of mortal mold, but in his mind a god. The royal dove shew'd us such marks of peace : Though now (alas!) in the fad grave he lies, And when this land in blood he might have laid, Yet shall liis praise for ever live, and laurels from Brought balsam for the wounds ourselves had
it rife. made.
In this great mind long he his cares revolvid, Though now (alas!) in the fad grave he lies, 45 And long it was ere the great mind resolv'd : Yet shall his praise for ever live, and lanrels from Till weariness at last his thoughts conipos'd; 105
Peace was the choice, and their debates were Then matrons bless’d him as he pass’d along,
clos'd. And triumph ocho'd through th' enfranchis'd But, oh! throng :
Through all this ifle, where it seems mot de. On his each hand his royal brothers shone,
sign'd, Like two supporters of Great Britain's throne : 50 Nothing so hard as wish'd-for peace to find. The first, for deeds of arms, renown'd as far The elements due order here maintain, As Fame e'er flew to tell great tales of war; And pay their tribute in of warmth and rain : of nature generous, and of stedfast mind,
Cool shades and streams, rich fertile lands abound, To flattery deaf, but ne'er to merit blind,
And Nature's bounty flows the seasons round. Reserv'd in pleasures, but in dangers bold, 55 But we, a wretched race of men, thus blest, Youthful in actions, and in conduct old,
Of so much happiness (if known, posselt) IIS True to his friends, as watchful o'er his foes, Mistaking every noblelt use of life, And a just value upon each bestows;
Lest beauteous Quiet, that kind, tender wife, Slow to condemn, nor partial to commend, For the unwholesome, brawling harlot, Strife. The brave man's patron, and the wrong'd man's The man in power, by wild ambition led, friend.
60 Envy'd all honours on another's head;
Forsook God's harvest to improve their own.
70 Four times a year proclaim'd a civil war, 130 Fathom'd the ancient policies of Greece,
Where daily kinsman, father, son, and brother, And having form'd from all one curious piece, Might damn their souls to ruin one another. Learnt thence what springs best move and guide a Hence cavils rose 'gainst Heaven's and Cæsar's ftate,
cause, And could with ease direct the heavy weight. From false religions and corrupted laws; But our chen angry fate great Glo'iter seiz'd, 15 Till so at lalt rebellion's base was laid,
135 And never since seem'd perfedly appeas'd: And God or king no longer were obey'd. For, oh! what pity, people blesi'd as we
But that good angel whose surmounting power With plenty, peace, and noble liberty,
Waited great Charles in each emergent hour,
Against whose care hell vainly did decree, Here Israel's myftic statutes they recount, 195
Within this dome a shining + chapel's rais'd, Thence every root of discord to remove,
Too noble to be well describ'd or prais'd. And plant us new with unity and love.
Before the door, fix'd in an awe profound, Then stretch his healing hands to neighbouring i food, and gaz'd with pleasing wonder round, Thores,
When one approach'd who bore much fober Where slaughter rages, and wild rapine roars; 150 grace,
255 To cool their ferments with the charms of peace, Order and ceremony in his face; Who, so their madness and their rage might cease, A threatening rod did his dread right hand poize, Grow a'l(embracing what such friendship brirgs) A badge of rule and terror o'er the boys : Like us the people, and like him their kings. His left a masly bunch of keys did sway, But now (alas !) in the fud grave he lies, 155 Ready to open all to all that pay. Yet fall his praise for ever live, and laurels from This courteous fquire, observing how amaz'd it rise.
My eyes betray'd me as they wildly gaz'd, For this assurance pious thanks he paid; Thus gently spoke : “ Those banners i rais'de Then in his mind the beauteous model laid
high Of that majestic pile, where oft, his care
• Beroken noble vows of chivalry: A-while forgot, he might for ease repair : 160 “ Which'here their heroes with religion make, 21* A feat for sweet retirement, health, and love, “ When they the enligns of this order taka" Britain's Olympus, where, like awful Jove, Then in due method made me understand He pleas'd could fit, and his regards bestow What honour fam'd St. George had done our lara; On the vain, busy, swarming world below. What toils he vanquill'd, with what monitor E'en I, the meanest of those humble swains, 165 frove ; Who fang his praises through the fertile plains, W'hose champions since for virtue, truth, ani Once in a happy hour was thither led,
love, Curious to see what Fame so far had spread. Hang here their trophies, while their genercem There tell, my Muse, what wonders thou didft find,
Keep wrong supprest, and innocence from harms Worthy thy song, and his celestial mind.
At this m'amazement yet did greater grow, 'Twas at that joyful hallow'd day's return, For I had been told all virtue was but thow; On which that man of miracles was born, That oft bold villainy had best success, At whose great birth appear'd a noon-day star, As if its use were more, nor merit less. Which prodigy foretold yet many more;
But here I saw how it rewarded thin'd. Did ftrange escapes from dreadful Fate declare, 17: Tell on, my Muse, what wonders thou didt Nor shin'd, but for one greater king before.
find Though now (alas!) in the fad grave he lies, Worthy thy song and Charles's mighty mind. Yet shall his praise for ever live, and laurels from I turn'd around my eyes, and, lo, a s cell, 350 it rise.
Where melancholy ruin seem'd to dwell, For this great day were equal joys prepar'd, The door unhing'd, without or bolt or ward, The voice of triumph on the hills was heard ; 180 Seem'd as what lodg’d within sound fmall regal Redoubled Moutings wak'd the echo's round, Like some old den, scarce visited by day, And cheerful bowls with loyal vows were crown'd. Where dark oblivion lurk'd and watch'd hat But, above all, within those lofty towers,
prey: Where glorious Charles then spent his happy Here, in a heap of confus'd waste, I found hours,
Negicded hatchments tumbled on the ground; Joy wore a solemn, though a smiling face ; 185 The Spoils of Time, and triumph of that fate
T'was gay, but yet majettic, as the place; Which equally on all mankind docs wait: Tell then, my Muse, what wouders thou didit The hero, level'd in his humble grave, find
With other men, was now nor great nor brave; Worthy thy song and his celestial mind.
While here his trophies, like their master, lay, Within a gate of strength, whose ancient frame To darkness, worms, and rottenness, a prey. Has outworn Time, and the records of Fanie, 190 Urg'd by such thoughts as guide the truly great
, A reverend * dume there stands, where twice each Perhaps his fate he did in battle meet;
day asembling prophets their devotions pay, In prayers and hymns to heaven's eternal king, + St. George's Chapel. The cornet, flute, and shawme, aliiting as they Of the Knights of the Garter. sing.
Ś An old ise in the church, where the banke
of a dead kuight is carried, wben another fucked • St. George's Church.
Fell in his prince's and his country's cause; But, at his call, from farthest nations came, 300
most, And happy that man's chance who falls in time, Rome never yet a work like this could boast : Ere yet his virtue be become his crime ; 251
No Cafar e'er like Charles his pomp express’d, Ere his abıs'd defert be call'ü his pride,
Nor ever were his nations half so bleft: 305 Or fools and villains on his ruin ride.
Though now (alas !) in the fad grave he lies, But truly blest is he, whose soul can bear
Yet shall his praise for ever live, and laurels from The wrongs of fare, nor think them worth his it rise.
Here, as all Nature's wealth to court him preft, Whose mind no disappointment here can shake, Seem'd to attend him Plenty, Peace, and Rest. Who a true estimate of life does make,
Through all the lofty roofs & defcrib'd we find 310 Knows 'tis uncertain, frail, and will have end, The toils and triumphs of his god-like mind : So to that prospect ftill his thoughts does bend, A theme that might the noblest fancy warm, Who, though his right a stronger power invade, And only fit for his who did perform. Though fate oppress, and no man give him aid, 261 The walls adorn' with richest woven gold, Cheer'd with th' assurance that he there shall find Equal to what in temples shin'd of old, 315 Rest from all coils, and no remorse of mind; Grac'd well the lustre of his royal ease, Can Fortune's smiles despise, her frowns out-brave, Whose empire reach'd throughout the wealthy seas; For who's a prince or beggar in the grave ? 265 Ease which he wisely chose, when raging arnis But if immortal any thing remain,
Kept neighbouring nations waking with alarms: Rejoice, my Muse, and strive that end to gain. For when wars troubled her soft fountains there, Thou kind diffolver of encroaching care,
She swell’d her itreams, and flow'd-in fafter here; And case of every bitter weight I bear,
With her came Plenty, till our ille seem'd bless'd Keep from my foul repining, while I sing 270
As Canaan's shore, where Israel's sons found reft. The praise and honour of this glorious king; Therefore, when cruel spoilers, who have hurlid And farther tell what wonders thou didst find Wafte and confusion through the wretched world, Worthy thy song and his celestial mind.
To after-times leave a great hated name,
326 Beyond the Dome a * lofty tower appears, The praise of Peace shall wait on Charles's fame; Beauteous in strength, the work of long-part His country's father, through whose tender care, years,
Like a lullid babe she fept, and knew no fear; Old as his noble Item, who there bears sway, Who, when sh' offended, oft would hide his eyes, And, like his loyalty, without decay.
Nor see, because it griev'd him to chaftize. 331 This goodly ancient frame looks as it stood But if submision brought her to his feet, The mother pile, and all the rest her brood. With what true joy the penitent he'd meet! So careful watch seems piously to keep, 280 How would his love still with his justice strive ! While underneath her wings the mighty sleep;
How parent-like, how fondly he'd forgive! 335 And they may reft, fince Norfolk there com But now (alas !) in the fad grave he lies, mands,
Yer shall his praise for ever live, and laurels from Safe in his faithful heart and valiant hands.
it rise. But now appears the | beauteous seat of Peace, Since after all those toils through which he strove Large of extent, and fit for goodly ease; 285 By every art of most endearing love, Where poble order strikes the greedy fight For his reward he had his Britain sound, 340 With wonder, as it fills it with delight;
The awe and envy of the nations round. The masly walls seem, as the womb of earth, Muse, then speak more what wonders thou didît Shrunk when such mighty quarries thence had
Worthy thy song and his celestial mind.
Call all thy filters of the sacred hill,
Describe that lofty nionumental || hall,
Where England's triumphs grace the thining, Thus, when the happy world Augustus (way'd,
wall, Knowledge was cherish'd, and improvement made; When she led captive kings from conquer'd Learning and arts his empire did adorn,
Here when the fons of Fame their leader meet, 351
When the glad sparkling howl inspires the board, * The Caflle.
And high rais'd thoughts great tales of war afford, + 'The Duke of Norfolk, Consablc of Windsor Castle.
$ The Paintings done by The House.
The Sieur Verrio, his Majesty's chicf Painter.
1 Where St. George's Feast is kept. VOL. II.
Here as a leffon may their eyes behold 355 | Then to his throne in triumph him did bring, 410 What th.cir victorious fathers did of old;
Where never rul'd a wiser, jutter king. When their proud neighbours of the Gallic shore But now (alas !) in the fad grave he lies, 'Trembled to hear the English lion rour.
Yet fall his praise for ever live, and laurels from Here may they fee how good old * Edward sat,
it rise. And did his † glorious son's arrival wait, 360
Thus far the painter's hand did guide the Maie, When from the fields of vanquish'd France he Now let her lead, nor will he sure refuse.
Two kindred arts they are, fo rear aliy'd, Follow'd by tpoils, and utherd in by Fame. They oft have by each other been supply'd. In golden chains he their queild monarch led. Therefore, great man! when next thy thoughts Oh, for such laurels on another head !
incline Unfuild with floth, nor yet o'ercloy'd with peace, The works of Fame, let this be the defigo : We had not then learn'd the loose arts of ease, 366 As thou could belt great Charles's glory flow, 430 In our own climes our vigorous youth were nurs'd, Shew how he sell, and whence the fatal blow. And with no foreign education curs'd.
In a large scene, may give beholders awe, Their northern metal was preferu'd with care, The meeting of a numerous se nate draw! Nor sent for softcning into hotter air.
370 Over their heads a black distemper'd sky, Nor did they ’as now from fruitless travels come And through the air let grinning Furies fily. 43; With follies, vices, and ditcases hoine;
Charg'd with commissions of infernal date, But in full purity of health and mind
To raise fell discord and inteftine hate; Kept up the noble virtues of their kind.
From their foul heads let them by handful tear Had not false senates to those ills dispos'd 375 The ugliest snakes, and best-lov'd favourites there, Which long had England's happiness oppos'd Then whirl them (spouting venom as they fall) With stubborn faction and rebellious pride, 'Mongst the assembled numbers of the hall; 431 All means to such a noble end deny'd,
There into murmuring bosoms let them 8), To Britain, Charles this glory had restor'd, Till their infection to confufion grow; And those revolted nations own'd their lord. 380 | Till such bold tumults and disorders rise, But now (alas !) in the fad grave he lies;
As when the impious sons of earth afrail'd the Yet thall his praise for ever live, and laurels from threaten'd skies. it rife.
But then let mighty Charles at distance ftard, And now survey what's open to our view, His crown upon his head, and feeptre in his hand; But down all heads, and pay devocion due,
To send abroad his word, or with a frown The f temple by this hero built behold, 385 Repel, and dash th' aspiring rebels down: Adorn'd with carvings, and o'erlaid with gold; Unable to behold his dreaded ray, Whose radiant roof such glory does display, Let them grow blind, difperfe, and reel away. We think we see the heaven to which we pray ; Let the dark fiends the troubled air forsake, So weil the artist's hand has there declin'd And all new peaceful order seem to take. The merciful redemption of mankind; 390 But, oh, imagine Fate t' have waited loog The bright afcenfion of the Son of God,
An hour like this, and mingled in the throng, 445 When back through yielding ikies to heaven he Rous'd with those furies from her seat below, rode,
L’have watch'd her only time to give the blow: With lightning round his head, and thunder When cruel cares, by faithless subjects bred, where he trod.
Too closely press'd his facred peaceful head; Thus when to Charles, as Solomon, was given With them t' have pointed her destroying dart, 450 Wildoni, the greatest gift of bounteous heaven; And through the brain found passage to the bar A house like his he built, and temple rais'd; 396 Deep-wounding plagues avenging heaven below Where his Creator might be fitly prais'J;
On those curs’d heads to whom this loss we owe! With riches tuo and honours was he crown'd, On all who Charles's heart affliction gave, Nor, whilft he liv’d, was there one like him and fent him to the surrows of the grave! found.
Now, painter, (if thy griefs can let thee) drve Therefore what once to Israel's lord was said 400 The faddett scenes that weeping eyes c'er faw; When Sheba's queen his glorious court survey'd, How on his royal bed that woeful day To Charlcs's fame for ever shall remain,
The much lamented mighty monarch lay; Who did as wond'rous things, who did as greatly Gicat in his fate, and ev'n o'er that a king, reign.
No tcrror could the Lord of Terrors bring. “ Happy were they who could before him stand, Through many iteady and well-manag'd years “ And saw the wildoin of his dread command;" He'd arm’d his mind 'gainst all those little fears For heaven resolv'd, that much above the rest 406 Which common mort als want the power to base, Of other nations Britain should be blest.
When their mean souls and valued clay divide ? Found him when banish'd from his sacred right, He'd study'd well the worth of life, and keew Try'd his great soul, and in it took delight. Its troubles many, and its bleffings few:
Therefore unmov’d did Death's approaches lec,
And grew familiar with his destiny; Edward III.
Like an acquaintance entertain'd his fate, * The black Prince.
Who, as it knew him, seem'd content to wat, The Chapel at the end of the hall.