Carmen Triumphale: OR, England's TRIUMPH FOR Her Restored liberty. WITH whitehalls SPEECH to her Royal Master, CHARLES the Second KING of Great BRITAIN, FRANCE and IRELAND, Also her sad Complaint against the pretended Committee of Safety, Rumpers, and the rest of those Cruel Tyrants, and unjust Judges, who not only defaced and spoiled Her Stately Buildings, but also unjustly condemned her to be sold. With two short Panagyricks to the Right Honourable the City of LONDON, and the University of CAMBRIDGE.  
— Nunquam LIBERTAS gratior extat Quam sub REGE pio.—  Claudianus. 
By WILLIAM SMITH, Gent.  
LONDON, Printed for W. Jones, 1660.   

England's Triumph FOR, Her Restored Liberties.  
THough the refulgent and Illustrious Light  
Of this high theme might blind my duller sight,  
Though the more serious more acute Essays  
Of able Pens might be just Remora's  
To my attempts; this Long-expected Day  
Commands that I these grateful lines should pay.  
My active Muse this joyful Time inspires,  
And warms my Soul with more than usual fires.  
But stay (my Muse) what beastly Creature's this  
This terrour-causing Goblin? Sure it is  
Not that three shaped Cymera, we are told,  
Of by the ancient Poets; For behold  
'Tis headless, wants both Body, Legs and Arms,  
Good Dr. Faustus bring your strongest charms,  
Your strongest, for your best will scarce prevail,  
(I doubt) to conjure this deformed tail,  
This tail composed of Haslerig's Charity,  
Of veins Religion, Martin's Chastity,  
Of Nevill's Athiesm, with those mighty pair  
Of Horns Lord Mounso● on his Front doth near,  
Of Tom Scots Secretary-ship and Lechery,  
Of Fleetwood's Tears for his late Excellency,  
Of Whitlocks Justice, of that Mercy that  
Lisle did extend to Hewit, when he sat  
Grand Butcher in Nol's Inquisition, with  
That Fury, (far worse than the public Faith)  
The Good Old Cause. This long-lived Rump did dare  
With an uncivil Civil War to tear  
These Nations, and with damned Votes did make  
The State to tremble and the Church to quake,  
And did benight us in a wilderness  
Of frantic Lights and newborn heresies.  
At last All-seeing Heaven compassion took  
And on sad England cast a milder look,  
Then with a tongue that never spoke in vain  
You may imagine she used such a strain.  
Monster (more monstrous than what afric breeds)  
" Devouring Hydra with his many Heads,  
" Far more prodigious than that ugly Snake  
" Alcides slew in the Lernaean Lake!  
" Be gone to dusky shades of silent Night  
" No more no more the pure Celestial Light,  
" Contaminate with your sulphurous breath  
" Be gone to th'unfrequented shades of Death;  
" Upon the Stygian Banks a thousand years,  
" (Possessed with horror, care-infusing fears)  
" Wander, avaunt Fury with many heads!  
" Vanish! 'tis all commanding Heaven that bids.  
This said, these proud imperious bassas straight,  
(Whose all-ore-breaking Rage the solid weight  
Of England's Sacred Rights and Ancient laws  
Ne'er could restrain) with their dissembling Cause  
And spurious brood of base dissembling Jacks,  
Of janissar and of Sansiacks,  
Whereby a cleansing, purging Northern wind  
Swept clear away, and nothing left behind.  
Then did Aurora (from her rosy Bed  
Rising) her Purple, blushing Mantle spread  
o'er our Horizon, than the daystar clear  
Enlightened our long-shadowed Hemisphere;  
And having shone a while resigns his Ray.  
And re-enthrones our long desired Day.  
But hold! what pleasing music's this, I hear?  
O how it doth entice my ravished ear!  
Oh how the thundering Drums and Trumpets sound  
whose heart rejoicing notes do not confound  
My mind with dreadful Taratantara's;  
No angry (yet well-rankt) Batalia's  
Amaze my wondering eyes; what need I fear?  
These London's peaceful Militia are.  
This gallant Body to Hyde-park now goes,  
Hyde-park, appointed for the rendezvouz,  
Where England's choicest 
* The Right Hononrable the Earl of Winchelsey M.G. Massey, and Ald. Bunce, &c. Trailed Pikes there Turkish Hist. of Solyman the Mag.  Heroes graced the Field,  
And in well practised hands their Pikes then held.  
Imperial† Vienna's walls did not,  
See better Horse or braver bands of Foot,  
When Charles the Fift that famous Army drew,  
'Gainst the great Solyman and his numerous crew  
Now roaring volleys, now loud shouts do tear,  
With Skies-ascending noise the Ambient air:  
With the shrill sound Westminster Abbey rings;  
The sacred relics of our ancient Kings  
This thundering echo now awakes; yea than  
Our third and greatest, Edward thought again,  
Of Chresceys fearful field; that prosperous Fift  
(That valiant hero) Henry then did lift  
Up his blessed head, wondering to hear a sound,  
That would, the noise of Agincourt have drowned.  
An end draws nigh; the time conducting Sun  
His thrice auspicious glorious course hath run;  
Now doth the dark, encroaching might display.  
Her sable curtains and excludes the Day,  
Commanding all to leave th' adjacent Plain,  
And joyfully home to retire again,  
Where we will leave them till the next great Day,  
With brisk Lyaeus washing cares away.  
Aurora rising in the Purple East,  
The Humid Night, and Radiant Stars defaced.  
When our great Senate do resolve to bring  
Back and enthrone our lawful Royal King,  

† The discrpition of this days Solemnity is omited because described in 〈◊〉 her place by a worthy and learned Pen.  Prolaiming that his Majesty shall Reign  
Of Britain, France and Ireland sovereign.  
Now this long-wished joyful, joyful 
* May 29  Day  
Its heart reviving Splendour doth display  
The Sacred beams of Majesty draw near,  
And Loyal hearts with their bright Influence cheer.  
Now favouring Heaven doth her assistance lend  
The flying Clouds commanding to descend  
In dust-allaying drops, more precious than  
That shower on Danae's Lap Jove once did rain.  
Wonder not mortals why these drops fall now,  
Th'obsequious Clouds but their Allegiance show.  
England's brave Gentry should in rank stand here,  
As they in Order did this Day appear,  
I would, thrice noble Cylly, here relate  
Thy Regal splendour and unusual State,  
If time and want of room did not restrain  
My now to this one sheet confined Pen.  
When Whitehall knew his Sacred majesty  
Within th' enclosure of her Walls to be,  
Raising her lofty Tower-environed Head  
Imagine thus (although scarce heard) she said,  
Welcome (Great Master) Royal Charles, you are  
Thrice welcome now; and you Illustrious Pair  
Of High-born Princes welcome are, when I  
Behold you all, O how I leap for Joy!  
My Turrets all, would bow a willing head  
To kiss the ground whereon your feet do tread.  
How long (Great Sir!) have I been desolate,  
Wanting the luster of a Regal State,  
Of a triumphant train and grand resort  
Attending always on my Prince's Court!  
How long did earthborn Villains me possess,  
How long a Sultan and a sultaness!  
How long did redcoats in my Chambers sleep!  
How long did me the Safe committee keep,  
Alas! I was condemned to be sold,  
And to be turned into good, red Gold;  
For the all-searching Rumps an art did know  
(Which the best chemist never yet could do)  
To metamorphize houses [Parkes and all]  
Into their pockets and to make them fall.  
But this Day clears all doubts: for this blessed Day.  
Men, Women, Children, utmost joy display;  
Yea I believe that harmless Infants are  
Drunk with conceit of joy. Long may you here  
Live, and with a peace-giving hand restore  
That splendour to me, which I had before!  
She said: when loud triumphant valleys tear,  
With thundering echoes the transparent air,  
The smoke of roaring Canons banish Light,  
And flaming bonfires do begin the Night.   

To the City of LONDON, &c.  
Pardon Illustrious City if I say  
'Twas thou, which caused this their happy Day,  
If thy life giving hand had not assayed  
To lend a never-discontinued aid  
To this desired change, this rising Light  
Had scarce dispeled our long-tempestuous Night  
How high (great City!) did thy glory rise  
When valiant Walworth's hand did sacrifice  
Those two pernicious 
* Jack straw and Wat Tyler.  rebels and their Cause  
To England's just (by them infringed) Laws!  
Thy long-unequaled deeds Eclipsed lie,  
(Walworth!) now London's worthies clear outvie  
Thy same; thou saved the King and State ('tis true)  
But London gives a King to England new.  
London's best Patriots your immortal Fame,  
Your glorious acts and never dying Name  
Shall live, whilst London's Bridge to th' sea gives Laws.  
And Neptune's time-observing Surges awes.  
Whilst through reed-bearing Banks Thames gently slides  
And in a series of Meanders glides  
Towards Thetis kinder bosom; whilst his Rays  
All-seeing Phoebus at his rise displays  
On the once far renowned structure of  
Old Paul [its now become our greatest scoff]  
With grateful hands succeeding times shall rear  
Up fame-preserving Statues to declare,  
(If these our present times ingrateful prove)  
To your immortal Names their ardent Love.   

To the University of Cambridge, &c.  
Now Alma Mater from the ashes raise  
Thy head, adorned with Apollo's Bays;  
From thy Syderial Face wipe of those tears  
Which furrowed have thy cheeks these twice ten years  
Thy discomposed, long unordered hair  
And dangling locks dress as some time they were.  
Thy Nectar-yielding Cup shall now o'erflow,  
And to it shall the cornucopia how;  
Thy night dispelling Sun shall further shine.  
Then the cold arctic or Antarctick Line;  
By armed Rage and Ignorance no more  
Shall thy best Sons from thy kind breast be tore.  
Now, O thrice noble 
* Clare Hall.  House, thy sacred wood  
And polished stones (once taken to make good  
Defensive Rampers) great Apollo shall  
With his well-tuned, melodious Harp recall▪  
Amphion like, and make them to repair  
The rising walls of thy intended square.  
FINIS.