Not when the most severe commands were laid; A prince on whom, if Heav'n its eyes could close, VIII. That king who liv'd to Gods own heart, Yet less serenely dy'd than he; Charles left behind no harsh decree, For schoolmen with laborious art Those for whom love could no excuses frame Thus far my Muse, tho' rudely, has design'd Tho' that's a term too mean and low; (The bless'd above a kinder word may know ;) But what they did and what they said, The Monarch who triumphant went, The militant who staid, 340 259 Like painters,, when their height'ning arts are spent, I cast into a shade. That all-forgiving King, 260 Nj Himself to his next self accus'd, And ask'd that pardon which he ne'er refus'd, For an hard exile, kindly meant, When his ungrateful country sent Their best Camillus into banishment; And forc'd their Sov'reign's act, they could not his Oh how much rather had that injur'd chief [consent. Repeated all his suff'rings past, Than hear a pardon begg'd at last, Which giv'n, could give the dying no relief! He bent, he sunk beneath his grief! His dauntless heart would fain have held So weak, so womanish a woe, 270 Which yet the brother and the friend so plenteously IX. Amidst that silent shower the royal mind An easy passage found, And left its sacred earth behind; [confest. 280 Nor murm'ring groan express'd, nor lab'ring sound, Nor any least tumultuous breath; Calm was his life, and quiet was his death: Soft as those gentle whispers were In which th' Almighty did appear; By the still voice the prophet knew him there. That peace which made thy prosp❜rous reign to shine, X. For all these joys thy restoration brought, For all the healing balm thy mercy pour'd And care that after kept it sound: Freedom, which in no other land will thrive, For these, and more, accept our pious praise; The present age can raise ; The rest is charg'd on late posterity: Posterity is charg'd the more, Because the large abounding store, To them, and to their heirs, is still entail'd by thee. Succession, of a long descent, Which chastely in the channels ran, And from our demi-gods began, 290 300 309 Equal almost to time in its extent; Thro' hazards numberless and great Thou hast deriv'd this mighty blessing down, And fix'd the fairest gem that decks th' imperial crown. Not faction, when it shook thy regal seat, Not senates insolently loud, (Those echoes of a thoughtless crowd) XI. Be true, O Clio, to thy hero's name, 320 That all who view the piece may know He needs no trappings of fictitious fame: 330 The load's too weighty; thou may'st chuse Some parts of praise, and some refuse: Write, that his annals may be thought more lavish than In scanty truth thou hast confin'd The virtues of a royal mind, [the Muse. Forgiving, bounteous, humble, just, and kind: His conversation, wit, and parts, His knowledge in the noblest, useful arts, Were such dead authors could not give; Who lighting him did greater lights receive: 340 That the most learn'd with shame confess XII. Amidst the peaceful triumphs of his reign, If Science rais'd her head, And soft Humanity, that from Rebellion fled? 350 Our isle indeed too fruitful was before, But all uncultivated lay Out of the solar walk and Heav'n's highway; With rank Geneva weeds run o'er, And cockle at the best amidst the corn it bore. And plough'd, and sow'd, and till'd; The thorns he rooted out, the rubbish clear'd, And bless'd th' obedient field; When straight a double harvest rose, Such as the swarthy Indian mows, Or happier climates near the line, Or Paradise, manur'd and drest by hands divine, XIII. As when the new-born phoenix takes his way, His rich paternal regions to survey, Of airy choristers a numerous train Attends his wond'rous progress o'er the plain; So glorious did our Charles return. 360 |