A Pindaric ODE, ON THE BIRTH Of the YOUNG PRINCE OF WALES.  
By CALEB CALLE, Gent.  
Licenced July 9th. 1688.  
R. P.  
LONDON, Printed for Randal Tailor near Stationers-Hall. 1688.   

A PINDARIC ODE, On the BIRTH of the Young PRINCE.  

I.  
'TIS come, the Mighty Blessing's come,  
Heaven heard the Prayers of our Isle:  
And now both Heaven and Earth-together Smile,  
And sent the beneficial Blessing home.  
Some Angel with Triumphant Wings,  
To the whole Nation Joyful Requiems sings,  
And to far distant Shores the Message brings.  
Happy those Lands whose Sacred Monarches are  
The Favourites of heavens peculiar Care:  
All things on Earth do to their Sceptres bow,  
And Gods above smile on their Wills below!  
Some mighty business must (say they) be done,  
We must our Choicest Moulds prepare  
To cast some Demi-God, some wondrous Son  
To be (almost like Jove) three Kingdoms Heir.  
A Princely HERO must be Born  
The Ancient British Line t' adorn,  
To prop and spread the Royal Name;  
In Lands remote, t' advance its Fame  
As far as Ganges is beyond the Thame.  
May peaceful thoughts Lodge in the Mother's Breast,  
Thoughts Still, and Calm, as an Helcyons Nest,  
And when her Eyes her Princely Babe shall View,  
May all surprising Joys ensue;  
Joys more than humane, and for ever New.   

II.  
May all th' auspicious marks of Gallantry  
Imprinted on his Royal Outside be;  
Then, let a beautiful, and comely Grace,  
Shine through each Feature of his Face,  
To manifest he's more than humane Race:  
A sweet, yet a Majestic Mien,  
That, as a Prince, his Subjects should outshine;  
So should his make, and shape be all Divine:  
Minewa too, shall shower down  
Her Blessing on his budding Crown,  
To his sweet Looks she shall impart  
A Valiant and Heroic Heart,  
That at the Face of Danger scorns to start:  
Renowned and famous shall he be,  
For Arts of Arms, and Chivalry:  
His Father's Banners he shall soon advance,  
With thundering music and a martial Dance,  
Fearing no frowns, nor need the help of chance.   

III.  
He like another Hercules with ease  
To death, shall all unnatural Serpents squeeze;  
In vain they hiss, in vain they Roar;  
Their Venom they shall shed no more;  
His Conquering Arm shall soon subdue  
Teckelite Turks, and homebred Jews,  
Such as our Great forefathers never knew.  
In his victorious Ensigns shall he wear  
The Cross, the Sacred Badge of Christendom,  
The Cross, that all our Battles past hath won,  
The Earnest of our Victories to come.  
Worse Dragons shall that Mystic Trophy quell,  
Than by St. George e'er fell,  
Passions, and Lusts, and Sparks of Hell,  
That 'gainst the Nobler Part Rebel.  
His Glory like the unwearyed Sun;  
From Pole to Pole shall Run:  
And Tributary Kings shall Come,  
With Gold, and Incense, and Arabian Gum,  
And to his Royal Sceptre bow,  
And dazzled with his Glory, Vow;  
They ne'er beheld a Prince so rare,  
So like the Second James for War,  
For Wisdom James the First, the Second Solomon.   

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Who then can say that Wonders are no more,  
And Miracles long since given o'er;  
What Chains of Wonders have we seen,  
What Miracles have lately been  
On that for ever Lamentable Day  
When at the stake three helpless Kingdoms lay,  
When the whole Isle with storms was tossed,  
When it the best of Kings, and Fathers lost,  
What Plagues, what Desolation did ensue,  
What dire confusions did we view!  
Triumphant Babel then bore sway,  
Men knew not how, nor whom to obey.  
How did the trembling Nation Lie,  
In a Convulsive Agony,  
Quite senseless, and about to expire?  
And it had died, had not the Royal Line  
Been kept alive by Power Divine,  
And Phaenix-Charles and James roof from their Father's Pyre.   

V  
When Sons of Belial do combine  
In some tremendous black design,  
Deeper than Hell, and think to overthrow  
Kings, and Kingdoms at a blow;  
Heaven then prepares a Countermine:  
A sure, tho' unexpected providence  
Hover waits for their Defence,  
The happy Monument Newmarket stands,  
A Sacred, and Prophetic Flame!  
Traitors had Royal Blood prepared,  
But Heaven the Royal Victim spared;  
Mercy their Cursed Design o'ercome,  
Heaven spared the Isaac and prepared a Ram.  
The guiltless Town in ashes lies  
And falls the unthought on Sacrifice;   

VI  
So Heaven the same Face of Mercy wore.  
When on the treacherous Leman-Our,  
Th' unhappy Gloucester struck,  
Long did she with the waves contend,  
But they proved Victors in the end:  
The Mariners distracted Cries  
Rend the Melancholy Skies:  
In haste their trembling knees they bend,  
And hearty, though confused Prayers send  
For some Angelic friend  
The Royal Cargo to defend,  
Heaven heard,  
And tho' each Object horror showed,  
Great James with a Celestial Guard,  
Bold and undaunted stood  
And braved the fury of the flood:  
Troops of Hero's by his side,  
Like lesser Stars dropped down and died,  
Whiles he a Tear or two let fall  
To mourn, and to Enrich their Funeral.   

VII.  
Return my Muse, and once more strike thy Lyre,  
Kindle a soft, and peaceful fire,  
Let Plots and dangers for a while retire:  
Welcome Illustrious Infant; now we View  
The Joy of Men, and Angels too;  
Welcome as is to Miser's wealth,  
Or to despairing Sinners health,  
As Life to men raised from the Dead,  
As Heaven to a Soul just fled.  
How much admired shall Albion be,  
When other Nations shall her blessing see!  
What props are to the Royal Cedar reared,  
To render it at once beloved and feared!  
No more shall factious discords sway,  
Nor Point to Anarchy th'unhappy way;  
Peace shall her beauteous face put on,  
And Unity once more ascend the Throne;  
Since all are blessings in such a Prince as he,  
May all in an united Love agree;  
Oh may the happy Reformation come,  
That those that would exclude the Father, now may love the Son.   
FINIS.