Here ends the Reign of this pretended` Dove; All Prophecies accomplish'd from above, For Shiloh comes the Scepter to remove. Reduc'd from Her Imperial High Abode, Like Dyonysius to a private Rod, 1260 The Passive Church, that with pretended Grace Did Her distinctive Mark in duty place, Now Touch'd, Reviles her Maker to his Face.) What after happen'd is not hard to guess; The small Beginnings had a large Encrease, And Arts and Wealth succeed (the secret spoils of Peace.) 'Tis said the Doves repented, tho' too late Become the Smiths of their own Foolish Fate: Nor did their Owner hasten their ill hour: But, sunk in Credit, they decreas'd in Pow'r: Like Snows in warmth that mildly pass away, Dissolving in the Silence of Decay. 1172 The Buzzard, not content with equal place, Invites the feather'd Nimrods of his Race, To hide the thinness of their Flock from Sight, And all together make a seeming, goodly Flight: But each have sep'rate Interests of their own; Two Czars, are one too many for a throne. Nor can th' usurper long abstain from Food, Already he has tasted Pigeons Blood: 1280 And may be tempted to his former fare, When this Indulgent Lord shall late to Heav'n repair. Bare benting times, and moulting Months may come, When lagging late, they cannot reach their home : Or Rent in schism, (for so their Fate decrees,) Like the Tumultuous Colledge of the Bees; They fight their Quarrel, by themselves opprest; The Tyrant smiles below, and waits the falling feast. Thus did the gentle Hind her fable end, Nor would the Panther blame it, nor commend; 1290 But, with affected Yawnings at the close, The peace of Heav'n, betook her self to rest. Ten thousand Angels on her slumbers waite With glorious Visions of her future state. FINIS. Britannia Rediviva: A POEM ON THE BIRTH OF THE PRINCE. Written by Mr. DRYDEN. Du Patru Indigetes, & Romule, Veftaque Mater, Virg. Georg. 1. LONDON, Printed for J Tonfon, at the Judges-Head in Chancery-Lane, near Fleet-ftreet. 1688 A POEM ON THE PRINCE Born on the 10th of June, 1688. OUR Vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care It seems as if they sent the New-Born Guest To grant, before we can conclude the Pray'r: An Emblem of their Mystick Union show'd: Just on the Day, when the high mounted The Mighty Trine the Triple Empire shar'd, Did farthest in his Northern Progress run, Beyond the limits of the lengthen'd year; II As every Person wou'd have One to guard. And late to thy Paternal Skyes retire : To change th' inveterate habit of our Sins, The Sacred Cradle to your Charge receive c For see the Dragon winged on his way, Or, if Allusions may not rise so high, c Alluding only to the Common-wealth Party, here and in other places of the Poem. d Rev. 12. v. 4. 48 late, late. 1688. f But vainly with their forked Tongues they threat; For Opposition makes a Heroe Great. May not your Fortune be like theirs, Exil'd, By tracing Heav'n his Footsteps may be found; Behold! how awfully He walks the round! God is abroad, and, wondrous in his ways, The Rise of Empires, and their Fall surveys; More (might I say) than with an usual eye, He sees his bleeding Church in Ruine lye, And hears the Souls of Saints beneath his The Father's Soul with an undaunted view Looks out, and takes our Homage as his due. See on his future Subjects how He smiles, Nor meanly flatters, nor with craft beguiles; But with an open face, as on his Throne, Assures our Birthrights and assumes his own. Born in broad Day-light, that th' ungrateful Rout May find no room for a remaining doubt: Truth, which it self is light, does darkness shun, 120 Enough of Early Saints one womb has giv'n; Enough encreas'd the Family of Heav'n: Let them for his and our Attonement go; And Reigning blest above, leave him to Rule below. Enough already has the Year foreslow'd His wonted Course, the Seas have overflow'd, The Meads were floated with a weeping Spring, 171 And frighten'd birds in Woods forgot to sing; The Strong-limb'd Steed beneath his harness faints, And the same shiv'ring sweat his Lord attaints. When will the Minister of Wrath give o're ? Behold him; at P Araunah's threshing-floor. He stops, and seems to sheathe his flaming brand; Pleas'd with burnt Incense, from our David's hand. David has bought the Jebusites abode, No future Ills, nor Accidents appear Five Months to Discord and Debate were giv❜n: He sanctifies the yet remaining Sev'n. Sabbath of Months! henceforth in Him be blest, And prelude to the Realms perpetual Rest! 160 Is 191 Un-nam'd as yet; at least unknown to there a strife in Heav'n about his Where every Famous Predecessour vies, And makes a Faction for it in the Skies? |