THE SECOND PART OF THE VISION, A PINDARIC ODE: Occasioned by Their MAJESTY'S Happy Coronation.  
Totus adest oculis, aderat qui mentibus olim,  
Spe major, fama melior.—  Claud. 
Fallitur egregio quisquis sub Principe credit  
Servitium, nunquam Libertas gratior extat,  
Quam sub Rege Pio.—  Idem. 
By Edm. Arwaker, M. A.  
LONDON, Printed by J. Playford for Henry Playford, near the Temple-Church: 1685.   

THE SECOND PART OF THE VISION.  

NOW the great Jubilee was hasting on!  
That happy welcome Day,  
When Royal JAMES and MARY were to grace the Crown,  
Which only could for CHARLES Loss atone;  
And now remained but one injurious Night  
The Glorious Triumph to delay,  
One envious Night alone  
Kept from our longing Eyes th' expected sight,  
Which more than all its other joys endeared th' approaching Light;  
While happier Subjects, whose Auspicious Fate  
Might Introduce 'em to that Scene of State,  
Were even with expectation Ecstasied,  
I wretch, by my Cross Stars that Bliss denied;  
And to a sad unwholesome Soil confined,  
A Soil by Health and Pleasure long since left behind;  
A Soil where unresisted Death has chose  
To make his General Rendezvouse,  
Where a vast Army of Diseases Reigns,  
And more pernicious Faction daily Conquest gains;  
Such various Arts the old` Seducer finds  
T'infect at once men's Bodies and their Minds.  
Here Pensive and Disconsolate,  
With Tears, the Festival I desecrate;  
Which feign I would, but could not better Celebrate:  
For no such happy opportunity  
Was by my stepdame Fortune e'er indulged to me.   

II.  
While musing thus disconsolate I lay,  
The kind Salutes of a soft pleasing Voice,  
In gentle whispers summoned me away,  
And cried, Rejoice! Rejoice!  
O blest for ever be the grateful noise!  
For now, by some strange secret impulse Born,  
I flew through Regions of the yielding Air,  
Safe as the winged Inhabitants there,  
Till towering Eagles were become my scorn;  
When lo! the Pile of famed Antiquity,  
That Pattern of Magnificence,  
In all whose monumental work we see  
The just Encomiums of its FOUNDER-PRINCE,  
That Sacred structure of Renown;  
Since there our Kings receive their Unction and their Crown,  
That welcome Object entertained my Eye,  
With what it most desired, the grand Solemnity.   

III.  
As once Zachaeus from the Favouring Tree,  
Beheld with Ravishment the great God-Man,  
Such Mighty Joy, such wondrous Ecstasy  
Possessed my Soul, when the bright Pomp began,  
When Godlike JAMES with his own Majesty Arrayed,  
His dazzling Beams around displayed;  
And like the Glorious Ruler of the Day,  
Cheered the inferior World with Heat and Light,  
While like the Beauteous Empress of the Night  
(Save that than her more Bright)  
His Splendid CONSORT, Partner of His Sway,  
But greater in the Empire of His Heart,  
Shines with Him all the way,  
And to each other still new Luster they impart:  
With them, in stately Order, forward moves  
A vast Retinue of attending Stars,  
Whom their great Leader for their Service Loves;  
Their signal Courage in his Wars;  
When Second Lucifer, with his Rebellious Train,  
Strove to Exclude him from his Right,  
But all, (thanks to th' immortal Powers!) in vain;  
Their routed Armies put to flight,  
Were damned to Regions of Eternal Night.   

IV.  
But now the Mystic oil's prepared, and now  
The Glorious Diadem's made ready too;  
Which by reflection from their brighter Eyes,  
The Native Splendour of its Gems outvies:  
Angels look glad Spectators down,  
And bright Saint CHARLES from His Immortal Throne  
Applauds His just Succession to the Crown:  
That Crown which he, by many a weighty care,  
Made easy, to Adorn the ROYAL HEIR!   

V.  
But something yet was to be done,  
Before the great Solemnity begun;  
I looked and saw the Teeming Womb of Hell  
Begin to heave and swell,  
Till after many painful Pangs and Throes,  
It did its Dismal Mouth unclose,  
And to the hated Light a Dreadful Birth expose;  
Monsters Deformed, and odious to the sight,  
Yet to be viewed with less affright  
Than was their own, when in the Chair they found  
The Royal Hero ready to be Crowned,  
And not Excluded, blessed be Heaven! nor Drowned.  
With strange Confusion at his Presence struck  
Like Paralytic Men they shook,  
And Back towards Hell a hasty flight they took;  
His Godlike Presence did confound 'em more  
Than all the Miseries of the Damned before:  
But Entrance even to Hell was yet denied,  
The greater Torment they must still abide;  
At which their Chief, the Raging Lucifer,  
An ugly Fiend, though once a Glorious Star,  
(Such the Rewards of Treason and Rebellion are;)  
Lashing his Body with his Snakey tail,  
With Impious Blasphemy at Heaven did rail,  
And thus his insuccessful Villainy bewail.   

VI  
Is this th' Effect of all my black Designs,  
Of all my Plots, Cabals, and deep-wrought Mines;  
Did I for this th' Assosiation frame  
To keep my my Prince in awe,  
To Varnish Treason with a specious Name,  
And justify Rebellion by a Law!  
Did I for His Exclusion boldly Vote,  
And subtly Bills against His Right promote?  
Nay, have I impiously pushed others on  
To their eternal Ruin and my own,  
And after all, to find HIM on the Throne!  
Have I earned Hell for this:——  
The angry Fiend had not so quickly done,  
But that the Hallowed Scene begun,  
The Scene I longed to see, as much as He to eat.   

VII.  
The Sacred Vial ready stands,  
And by Heaven's great Commissioners hands  
Down on the Royal Pair is shed;  
And with it, Blessings light on either head!  
Oh! may Their Power like that Diffusive prove!  
May it unbounded spread!  
And may Their Fame the Odor's scent exceed,  
Adored by all below, approved by all above.  
May ne'er their Brows be bend beneath the weight  
Of an oppressive care,  
To cause untimely wrinkles there,  
But let eternal quiet bless their State,  
And as without, let all be calm within,  
Peaceful as Innocence, as Heaven Serene!   

VIII.  
Come and Adore, ye happy Nations all!  
And at your sovereign's feet with low Prostration fall!  
But You who dare with Sanctify'd pretence  
Rebel against your Prince;  
You who Sedition Practice, you who Preach  
That easy Lesson, there's no need to teach;  
You who pervert the Sacred Scriptures Sense,  
And when you please wrest Proofs for Treason thence;  
Whose whole Religion's disobedience:  
Hence Damned Impostors, Hence!  
No more Your old Rebellious Trade promote,  
Nor entertain one Treasonable thought.  
Let Icy horror chill your Fiery Rage,  
And feeble Nerves, as in decrepit Age,  
Your Villainous Attempts upbraid,  
And piously refuse their Aid.  
Let dislocation all your joints possess,  
And impotence befool and check your Wickedness;  
Let Heaven!— But why should I name you to Heaven?  
The mention of you sure is odious there,  
And thence your due reward must needs be given,  
Whence th' old Republican your Father fell  
Down to the lowest Hell,  
For Heaven of its Vicegerents took such care,  
'Twould not Rebellion, though in Angels spare.   

IX.  
But now the Royal Heads are Crowned,  
And joyful Shouts throughout the Sacred Walls re-sound,  
Which busy Angels catch at the rebound;  
And up to Heaven with eager haste convey,  
Echoing the pleasing accents all the way;  
Long live the King! they cry, Long live the Queen!  
And down they quickly bring again  
heavens Royal Assent, a triple loud AMEN!   

X.  
Here by Two shining Forms conducted in,  
EUSEBIA entered, with an altered Mein,  
Not as before clad in a Mourning dress,  
But such as did the great occasion fit,  
For by her Garb she would her Joy express,  
Regardless how the vulgar censured it.  
Much cost and care on Her Attire She spent,  
Nor deemed she her intrinsic Beauty less,  
For any outward Pomp or Ornament;  
Remembering, when Her LORD in Triumph road,  
He chose that Grandeur to Proclaim the GOD:  
Now humbly on Her Knees the Heavenly Fair  
With this Address salutes the Royal Pair.   

XI.  
England's become another Eden now,  
With Peace and Plenty Crowned,  
And you, great Rulers of Our Paradise,  
Like those which in the first were found,  
With Innocence abound;  
With Innocence and Knowledge too,  
A Miracle the others never knew;  
Who lost their Innocence attempting to be Wise.  
All Hail! Great Queen in whom your Realms are blest, 
[To the Queen.   
Glorious as Morning Sunbeams in the East!  
Richer within, and lovelier to the Eye  
Than the fair Fruit of the forbidden Tree;  
'Tis You, beyond Your Sex alone,  
That have the noblest Grandeur shown;  
Grandeur improved by Condescension.  
To You, as Heaven all Suppliants have access,  
Nor do they find Your Godlike Bounty less;  
Scarce they with greater haste declare their Grief,  
Than that Your Pity makes to their Relief;  
So excellent You are in each degree,  
That You a powerful argument Create,  
To prove Perfection in the humane state:  
Not Eve, at best, deserved so much to be  
Queen of a Universal Monarchy!  
But You a nobler Empire have than she;  
You in our Monarches larger Heart are great,  
And You alone deserve that happy Seat;  
Long may your Reign be there!  
And long and peaceful may His Rule be here.   

XII.  
Hail best of Monarches! without parallel! 
[To the King.]   
Go on in Virtue, till (if possible)  
As now all others, You Yourself excel!  
Hail Great Preserver of EUSEBIA's Peace,  
In whom Her Wishes gladly acquiesce!  
Your early Care did Her Request prevent,  
Your Bounteous Promise Her Desires exceed;  
She from Your Power no Injury could dread,  
But laboured long for its Establishment;  
So well Your Soul she understood,  
And knew You so Divinely-good,  
That to be guilty of the smallest ill  
To you, as Heaven, must be impossible.  
Here at your Princely Feet herself she throws,  
Her Life, her All's at your dispose,  
Who nothing dear as her Obedience knows.  
Safe in the great Asylum of your Arms,  
She can't be fright'ned at Alarms;  
While your Indulgence is her Confidence  
She knows your Power a strong secure defence;  
Within the Verge of whose protecting Shade  
No Danger can approach, nor Enemies invade.  
Vouchsafe then, mighty sovereign, to allow  
The humble Tribute of Eusebia's Vow:  
If e'er she does your Royal Word distrust,  
Or to your Interest proves unjust,  
May greater Plagues light on her perjured Head  
Than all her Foes can wish, or Fav'rers dread;  
And may just Heaven give her no longer date  
Than Caesar finds her Faith to him inviolate.  
Here bowing low, she ended, and retired  
To view, at leisure, what she most admired;  
No sight so well employed her Eyes as this,  
The Object of her Love, and Author of her Bliss.   

XIII.  
And now Great JAMES, with Godlike Clemency,  
Gives blest Presages of his gracious Reign;  
Death lays its useless Weapons by,  
The hungry Skeleton expects his Prey in vain.  
'Tis mighty James' Pleasure none shall die.  
This wonder more than Eden knew, we see  
The Tree of Life unguarded stands, and free!  
But back too forward Muse to thy Obscurity,  
For no Indemnity can sure extend to thee!  
Who dost their Sacred Majesty's profane  
With low expression and ignoble strain;  
Say what pretence,  
What canst thou urge in thy defence?  
Thou hast alas this only Plea,  
That though thou didst presume too near,  
It was not in Iscariot's way,  
That with a false Salute thou mightst betray;  
But 'twas with pious Reverence, awful Fear,  
With humble and untainted Innocence,  
And with a Mind still firm to Loyalty,  
The Earliest Lesson of thy Infancy:  
Thou didst no Tyrants Rise Congratulate,  
Nor, to increase his Pageant State,  
In Panegyrics on his Chariot wait;  
Nor mourn his Fall when hurled to Hell by Fate;  
Then while thy KING his Blessings does dispense,  
Thou may'st some transient drop receive,  
Warmed by whose powerful Influence  
Thy fading Laurels may revive;  
So the exhausted Patient in the Crowd  
With dread the blest Physician's Robe approached,  
And thence received the expected good,  
Because with Faith and Reverence she touched.   
FINIS.   

ADVERTISEMENT.  
THE Vision: A Pindaric Ode: Occasioned by the Death of our Late Sovereign King CHARLES the Second, by Edm. Arwaker, M.A.  
A Pindaric on the Death of our late Sovereign, with an Ancient Prophecy on His Present Majesty. Written by Mrs. Behn.  
A Pindaric Ode on the Sacred Memory of our Late Gracious Sovereign King CHARLES the Second: To which is added another Essay on the same occasion, by Sir F. F. Knight of the Bath.  
A Poem on the Sacred Memory of our late Sovereign: with a Congratulation to his Present Majesty. Written by Mr. Tate.  
A Poem Humbly Dedicated to Her Sacred Majesty Catherine Queen Dowager, on the Death of her dear Lord and Husband King CHARLES the Second, by Mrs. Behn.  
The Elegies are sold single or in one Volume by Henry Playford near the Temple-Church.