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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Charles -- II, -- King of England, 1630-1685 -- Poetry. Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Poetry. 2003-04 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-05 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2005-04 Judith Siefring Sampled and proofread 2005-04 Judith Siefring Text and markup reviewed and edited 2005-10 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE VISION : A Pindarick ODE : Occasion'd by the DEATH Of Our Late Gracious Sovereign King CHARLES II. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 By EDM. ARWAKER , M.A. LONDON , Printed by J. Playford , for Henry Playford , near the Temple-Church : 1685. THE VISION : Stanza I. WHEN Fate its utmost Cruelty had shown , And the illustrious CHARLES was now no more , Th' Illustrious CHARLES , as Universally deplor'd As heretofore ador'd , Had chang'd his Earthly for a Heav'nly Throne , And left the World , in all , but Sorrow , Poor ; Tir'd with the fatal Day 's oppresive Grief , And weary of my hateful Breath , In welcome Sleep my Senses sought Relief , Not for the small repose it brought , But that it represented to my thought The lov'd Resemblance , and desir'd Approach of Death . II. Gently the sweet Enchantment o're me stole , From part to part insensibly it crept , And ceas'd not Charming 'till my Sorrows slept : It was so complaisant and kind , That while my Body lay confin'd , It gave Enlargement to my wand'ring Soul. The joyful Captive , now set free , With active wings expatiates through the Air , Resolv'd , because it sound the freedom rare , To improve the Blessing of its Liberty , 'Till almost wearied with its nimble flight , The sad Complaints of a soft Mournful Voice Its presence did invite , Who where it heard the doleful noise , With eager Motion hast'ned to alight . III. Behold a Grove , whose Melancholy shade Appear'd for Sorrow's last retirement made , Where in confus'd disorder grew , Bidding Defiance to the Sun 's bright Eye , The Mournful Cypress and Unlucky Yew ; So closely interwov'n they were , His Mid-day Beams were Strangers there , Nor , durst into its dismal Secrets pry . Here , in the darkest of the Solitude , My Soul , which fearless did intrude , Saw on the Margin of a Murm'ring Brook , By a faint light almost expir'd , An Awful * MATRON , Mournfully retir'd : Decent and Grave , yet Glorious was her dress , And did an humble Grandeur well express : Severe , but yet inviting was her Look , And though Antiquity dwelt in her Face , It heightned , not impair'd , her Virgin Grace , And made the Modern Beauties justly give her place . IV. Extended on the damp unwholsom Ground she lay , And in her Right-hand held a * Sacred Book , Into whose Mystick Leaves none were forbid to look , Since all from thence to Life must learn the way . On her Left-hand she rais'd her drooping Head , Whence a decaying Glory seem'd to fly , A new fall'n Crown too lay neglected by , And wither'd Garlands round about were spread . On her soft Body lay a * Pond'rous Load , Once , for her sake , the Burthen of her GOD , On which , in Bloody Lines were writ , ( Such Lines as did the Tragick Scene befit ) Alas ! my Love is Crucify'd ! For me he carry'd This , for me on This he dy'd ! Brimful of Tears an Urn before her stood , Which th' unexhausted Fountains of her Eyes , Forbore not to maintain with fresh Supplies ; Resolv'd , if those shou'd fail , to make them good , ( Grand Evidence of Grief ! ) with her last drop of Blood. V. Surpris'd with Terror at the Mournful Scene , And wond'ring what cou'd cause such Mighty Grief , So beyond prospect of relief , So hard for me to guess what it cou'd mean : At last its Jayl th' Imprison'd Passion broke , And like a mighty Wind Struggling i' th' Caverns where 't was long confin'd , Her teeming Breast with strong Convulsions shook , 'Till at her Lips it forc'd a vent , And in sad Rhet'rick made her thus lament . VI. Unhappy and Disconsolate ! What hope has wretch'd EUSEBIA to survive , When all of which she cou'd desire to live , The grand supporter for her State , Glorious as Good , and Pious too as Great , The God-like CHARLES is snatch'd away by Fate ! Mourn , mourn , my Sons , and bow your Miter'd heads , Since He , alas ! is fall'n who rais'd them High ; Now put on more than your own Sable weeds , For Him who Cloth'd you in the purest Reds , In Robes of Scarlet of the Richest Dye ; For Him by whose kind Influence you grew , Your Neighbours Envy , and their Admiration too . Ev'n with the Sev'n-Hill'd City you might vye , And all the Roaring of her Bulls defie , As well as all the Croaking of the hoarse Geneva fry , While He , the Great Defender of your Faith was by . He in your Dangers interpos'd With Numbers of your Foes inclos'd ; And when the Nations sins had injur'd Heav'n , Between its Vengeance and their Souls he stood ; Their shelter is all dang'rous Times and Things , The best of Christians as the best of Kings : By him such Blessings to his Realms were given ; He seem'd Created for his Peoples good . VII . Here of fresh Tears an Inundation rose , And by strong sighs driv'n fiercely on , Did her Articulate Voice oppose , And only in broken Accents gave her leave to moan . The Sympathizing Brook began to swell , And from the Trees a baneful moisture fell , And all around was heard a dismal groan , Which seem'd aloud to utter Desolation . VIII . When , lo ! a strange unusal Light broke in , And chang'd the dreadful Scene ; The hideous Lamentation ceas'd , Charm'd with an harmonious sound , And Light and Musick fill'd the place around , And in the height of strange , confusion pleas'd . When from a Cloud of Incense seem'd t' alight A Glorious Form , beyond conception bright , Who rais'd the dying MATRON from the ground , And with a Starry wreath her Sacred Temples Crown'd ; Next her Exuberant sorrow chid , Which she with blushes strove to hide ; While the Divine Commissioner from on high , Deliver'd his important Embassy . IX . " Darling of Heav'n , thy God's immediate care , " This causeless grief forbear , " And my Almighty Message hear . " As I with Legions of my fellows went , " For we by Heaven's Command were sent , " On the Illustrious CHARLES's Soul to wait , " While from his antient Monarchy below , " ( Pleas'd with the Orders we obey'd ) " The Sacred Guest in Triumph we convey'd " To a sublimer State , " Which shall no end , no alteration know : " Th' ALMIGHTY'S Voice struck my attentive ear , " That Voice which Angels cannot hear ; " But strait they blush with shame , and tremble all with fear . X. Thou , who , when first for Man's Salvation , My great concern was shown , Wer't sent to make the blest Contrivance known , And to the Virgin brought'st the wond'rous News , Which lofty Reason proudly did refuse , And any Faith but Hers wou'd scruple to believe ; Yet she with humble Credence did receive : Hence to that world another Errand make , That world unfit such Blessings to partake , But for my Dear ANOINTED's , and EUSEBIA's sake . Go , wipe the Tears from my EUSEBIA's Eyes , Say , 't is my pleasure she shou'd weep no more , Tell her what Mercies I have yet in store , Tell her she wrongs me with her crys , Has she not try'd my Love ; my Bounty heretofore ; And can she think me now Unkind or Poor . Tho' for Mysterious reasons of my Heav'nly State , I 've call'd my CHARLES , my Great Vicegerent home , From the dissatisfi'd repining Crowd , Who ne're the Blessing understood , Nor valu'd 'till too late , To fix him on a Loftier Throne , Becoming more his Goodness and my Own ; I 've plac'd another in his room , His Murder'd FATHER's Second SON , Who , as the First for Ages past has done , Must Bless the World for Ages yet to come . XI . The Mighty JAMES is he , The Mighty JAMES ordain'd for Monarchy ! ( Not the vain Idol of the Factious Crowd , That base allay to CHARLES's Royal Blood ) But One on every side deriv'd from Majesty : As the Fourth Henry Great , as the sam'd Martyr Good. Peaceful as the first Monarch of his Name . But not Ignobly Tame ; For great Exploits in Arms admir'd and fear'd , And still belov'd where most rever'd ; His Equal fills not any Mortal Throne , For never , 'till in Him , were known Such Courage and such Conduct met in One. How did he make ungrateful France repent The rudeness of their Complement , When he , who nobly Acted on their side , ( To gratify a bold Usurper's Pride ) Was to their Enemies assistance sent ? How has he made the Belgick Lion roar , And driv'n him back to that Rebellious shore , To learn Submission and encroach no more ? How fearless and unmov'd he stood , Besmear'd all o're with Blood , His Life less valu'd than his Country's good ! But that , for greater benefits design'd , Was our Almighty care , In which his people were to find A large reserve of Blessings yet behind ; Nor shall EUSEBIA want a lib'ral share ; To him she does as ami'ble appear , And is , as to his Famous Predecessors , dear . He does her grief with God-like Pity see , And knows , and will reward her Loyalty . He knows , Who , when the Jaucy Crowd Grew insolent and low'd , Unmov'd , the Tempest 's boyst'rous Rage withstood , And for his Right did faithfully contend ; That Right which now will Theirs defend , That Right on which their hopes , on which their joys depend . Thus spoke Th' Angelick Vision , and withdrew , Chear'd with its words EUSEBIA pleasant grew , The Count'nance of the Place was alter'd too , And my glad Soul in haste back to its Body flew ; For Life was acceptable now . FINIS . ADVERTISEMENT . A Poem on the Sacred Memory of Our Late Sovereign , with a Congratulation to His Present Majesty , Writen by Mr. Tate . A Pindarick on the Death of our Late Sovereign , with an Ancient Prophecy on his Present Majesty , Written by Mrs. Behn . Both Sold by Henry Playford near the Temple-Church . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A25979-e130 * Church of England . * The Bible . * The Cross.