England's rejoicing for the PARLIAMENTS Returne. DECLARING THE kingdom's happiness in their counsels, and their justice in their Consultations against Papists, Arminiasme, and Popish Superstition.  
Composed by John BOND, Cantabrid. St. John's Coll.  
London, Printed by F. L. for T. Bates, and are to be sold at his shop in the old Bail●y 1641.   

England's rejoicing for the Parliaments return. DECLARING The kingdom's happiness in their counsels, and their justice in their Consultations against Papists, Arminianism and Popish superstition.  
WElcome ye stars of England, whose bright beams  
Doth us illuminate, with the full streams  
Of justice, In whose sacred Brow we scan  
The height of equity; and truth of man.  
Whose splendour do so radiantly appear  
Like fixed stars within our hemisphere  
And if the exuberance of a word may swell  
So high, that angels may be said to dwell  
Within your counsels: Nothing sure can be  
Distilled from you but mere Divinity.  
But stay! why do my saucy pen transgress  
'Gainst modesty, in striving to express  
Your Panygericke, which the hearts of men  
Cannot conceive enough: How dare I then  
Presume audaciously now to express  
In you, renowned England's happiness?  
Pardon (Great worthies!) pardon my poor Muse  
Which (while all other Poet's do refuse  
This task) ambitious only is to be  
In painting forth your sweet solemnity  
In your recess how every heart did pray,  
Praying inquire, enquiring wish the day  
Of your return and now you do fulfil  
Their expectation, and God's holy will.  
Me thinks I see each subject strive to come  
And then endeavour you to welcome home  
Unto your sacred council; once begun,  
And ever shining as the splendent Sun.  
Blessed Astr●a●aignes within your minds:  
Within your hearts and constancy there finds  
A pious habitacle: firm faith now shows  
Your blessed intent, and piety your brow's  
'Tis your return, that makes our hearts to move  
With great alacrity, and greater love.  
'Tis your return that makes men to rejoice  
And carol forth their joys with heavenly voice  
'tis your return, that causeth us to sing  
Encomiums as from the muse's spring.  
'Tis your return, that doth infuse my Quill  
With poetry, as from Parnassus Hill.  
And whatsoever we do, 'tis your return  
That causeth all our hearts in joy to burn.  
For as Monopolers did heretofore  
Triumph, yet by your justice they deplore  
Their sad disastruous fortune: and the while  
Truth under your protection rightly smile  
When Bishops did exult, and made the poor  
Too servile, who their Lordships did adore  
Those, who did strive to trample o'er the crown  
By your true justice are all tumbled down.  
And judges likewise (by whose false command  
Extortion reigned even throughout this land)  
By your heau'n-guided counsels, and great power  
Do most deservedly suspect the Tower.  
But England do not labour any more  
Of these incendiaries, as before.  
Proceed, renowned worthies, then proceed  
And what in action is, perfect in deed.  
For (Lo!) the kingdom wholly doth depend  
On you: who do it piously defend.  
Behold, the Pope doth quake at your return,  
And mourning fears, and fearing still doth mourn  
Which may he still continue, till he lies  
Shipwreck, in mourning, and so mourning dies!  
Behold! the Papists tremble, and do fear  
Extremely, and so sink into despair.  
Which may they sink into! For now I hope  
No more respect shall be given to the Pope.  
Behold! Armineans tumble everywhere  
And now are struck with repercussive fear.  
Which may they still be struck with! For I doubt  
They'll be expelled, and banished without.  
Behold! The Priests of Baal, Atheists  
And Jesuites, with other Popish Priests  
Lament their fortunes: for in you they see  
Nothing but justice, and true equity.  
You have delivered us from all the hands  
Of these, and more, yea from the devil's bands.  
We will not therefore so ungrateful seem  
Your sacred justice e'er to disesteem:  
But to extol, and celebrate your fames  
And pious honours, as perpetual names,  
Which never shall be out of memory  
Razed, but kept unto eternity:  
Witness those prayers, which we daily make,  
For your security, and councel's s●ke.  
Each man prepares his mirth, each man salutes  
Your blessed return, and each man disputes  
Of your renowned equity, which finds  
An habitation in all several minds.  
This land triumphs in you alone (great peers.)  
Who have absolved us from all our fears.  
Oh let the sunshine of your virtues then  
Illustrate all the joyful hearts of men!  
And let the influence of your great power  
The Gospell's mortal enemies devour.  
For your security we daily pray  
That true Religion never may decay  
But re-erected by your equity  
May flourish to all perpetuity.  
And that the Church of God may never more  
Be disrespected still as heretofore.  
But governed by your consultations  
May shine throughout all other Nations.  
Thus do all things by you securely stand,  
And thus all things do flourish in our land.  
By you the branches of Relig'on grow,  
By you the Rivers of the gospel flow.  
In you we do receive a blessed station,  
In you we have a heavenly contemplation.  
With you true justice flourisheth aright.  
With you and good Relig'on shineth bright.  
From you this island do receive a bliss  
From you, a blessing, not a Judas kiss.  
To you be therefore glory, and great praise  
To you we yield the Olive, and the bays.  
By, in, with, from you we receive all joy:  
To you be Honour: which you shall enjoy.  Vestra Deus dirigat concilia. 
FINIS.