A LOYAL VOTE FOR THE HAPPY BIRTH AND Prosperity of the Expected Royal Issue.  
Jam Nova Progenies Coelo demittitur alto,  
Chara Deum Soboles, etc.—  Virgil Eclog. IU. 
BRING Flowers, ye Muses, and ye Graces too,  
Fresh as your Beauties, sweet as Nectar-Dew,  
T' adorn the Royal Bed, whence shortly springs  
The Destined Father of Ten Thousand Kings.  
'Tis so! The STVARTS High Genius, that ne'er failed  
For seven long Ages yet, has now prevailed:  
And in the Adamantine Books of Fate,  
Another numerous Chain of MALES is set.  
A Godlike Soul long-since from Heaven did come  
T' inform the Burden of the Growing Womb:  
The Tender Limbs Beauties and Grace's Mould,  
And Life's dear Knot an Angel's Hand doth hold.  
Post on, swift Time, Post on thy Golden Hours  
To Bless the World with this Dear Joy of Ours;  
And Thou, for whose kind Birth three Kingdoms pray,  
Make Haste, sweet PRINCE, and done't our Hope's delay.  
As all the World did heretofore Depend  
On that Great Lord, whom Heaven had sworn to send:  
Him Pious Prophets gladly did Foretell;  
With his high Praise the Sibylls Leaves did swell;  
The Saints for his Approach expecting stood,  
And Courted God for th' Universal Good:  
So for thy Birth (blest Infant) we do long;  
And Three great Nations to their Temple's throng,  
Already made Thy Votaries!— The Year  
Puts on fresh Garments and doth Young appear  
At thine Approach. The teeming Earth, it seems,  
Prepares young Flowers to Welcome her Young JAMES,  
The Seas, which once must crouch t' his Sceptered Hand,  
Now swell with Joy, and Dance about the Land:  
Sirens and Tritons on the Surface leap,  
And with their Songs charm the unwieldy Deep.  
But Heaven a wondrous Star intends to Frame  
T' attend the Babe, and signify his Fame,  
Greater than that, which o'er his Uncle shined,  
When Him a Blessing Fate for Us Designed.  
Lucina by the Royal Bed doth stand  
Prepared to lend her kind, assisting Hand  
At the bright Hour: When th' Planets shall dispense  
Their fullest and most Gracious Influence  
On his Auspicious Horoscope. And see!  
How Sacred Majesty on bended Knee  
Waits by to Kiss Great Wales' PRINCELY Pride,  
With Fame, and Wealth, and Honour by her Side.  
Prophetic smiles dance on his FATHER'S brow,  
To whom his Realms with Thankful Hearts do bow  
For all the Mighty, Gracious Acts He's done,  
And after all, for giving such a Son.  
O, might I purchase of the Gods this Grace,  
To have my Vital Line drawn out the space,  
Which to his Manhood Heaven has now designed;  
When the Adoring World this Prince shall find  
Mature, and filling his Great FATHER'S Throne,  
Crowned with his FATHER'S Virtues and his Own!  
That I my Fame might on his Glories raise,  
And purchase Heaven by sounding forth his Praise!  
Not the Maeonian Bard, nor Mantuan Swan  
Should me surpass! For sure this Godlike Man  
With sinewy Verse my weaker Muse would fill;  
And his great Acts invigorate my Quill.  
Make Haste, Dear Prince, and done't our Hope's delay!  
For thy blessed Birth Three spacious Kingdoms Pray.  
FINIS.   

LONDON, Printed for William Hensman in Westminster-Hall, 1688.