A POEM ON THE ACCESSION OF THEIR Royal Highnesses THE Prince and Princess of Orange TO THE Imperial Crown of ENGLAND; Being a Paraphrase on the 45 PSALM.  

I.  
NO, 'tis too big; I longer can't contain 
My Heart is inditing (Lat. Con eructavit) a good Matter.   
Within my labouring Breast,  
With the unwieldy Thought oppressed,  
The mighty Pleasure mixed with mighty Pain.  
My Heart's too narrow far to hold it there:  
In such unequal Limits penned,  
It searches round, and will have vent,  
And means the open Air.  
Thence it breaks, and thence it flies,  
To my Lips, and to my Eyes;  
My Harp shall play, my Lips shall sing, 
I speak of the Things which I have made, touching the King.   
Of Happy Salem's peaceful King.  
Nor does my willing Tongue the Task refuse. 
— My Tongue is the Pen of a ready Writer.   
Away it runs as swift as Wind:  
Nor does it flag behind my Muse;  
Nor needs it stay fit Words to choose,  
But leaves almost, my heavier Thought behind.   

II.  
Fairer than all the Beauteous Pride 
Thou art fairer than the Children of Men.   
That ever sprung from Adam's side!  
By those bright Youths outshined alone,  
Who ever Guard the Eternals Throne.  
Fair in those Virtues which thy Mind adorn;  
Fairer than the rising Morn! 
●races 〈◊〉 poured into thy Lips.   
Possessed of each Illustrious Grace▪  
Which in dazzling Purple shine,  
(Purple, once Royal, now Divine,)  
Around thy Lips, around thy Face!  
Favourite of those above, 
Therefore God hath blessed thee for ever.   
Of Earth the Joy, of Heaven the Love.   

III.  
Arise Young Hero! from thy Throne arise!  
Heaven calls Thee out, and bids prepare 
Gird thy Sword upon thy Thigh, O most mighty!   
For a just, a needful War,  
To scourge its own, and Israel's Enemies.  
See the Laurels hanging high!  
See the Angels stooping down  
With a brighter Starry Crown,  
And upward point to hovering Victory!  
Gird thy Sword upon thy Thigh,  
In all thy Royal Glories dressed, 
With thy Glory and thy Majesty.   
Thyself the greatest and the best;  
In all thy Kingly Majesty;  
— See, with what a Pomp he goes! 
And in thy Majesty ride Prosp 〈…〉 Truth, and Meekness, and Righteousness.   
How triumphantly does ride,  
Truth and Meekness by his side,  
And Justice to confound his Foes!  
Say! who can such a Force oppose?  
Still such Guards would Princes use,  
None besides they need to choose.   

iv  
But since Kings, like God, must be  
For Justice, not for Mercy famed alone; 
And thy Right Hand shall teach thee terrible Things.   
Since Wise as well as Good▪  
Is a fit Style for Majesty:  
And since the hardened Rebels Blood  
Still makes the strongest Cement for a Throne:  
Learn, what thou well dost Understand,  
Learn from thy own dread Right-hand;  
Learn from thence to act such Things,  
As become offended Kings.  
— Yes: 'Tis done, already done:  
For in vain they fly away;  
Thy Arrows fly more swift than they: 
Thine Arrows are sharp in the Hearts of the King's Enemies, whereby the People fall under thee.   
Fate and Thee they cannot shun.  
Through their faithless Hearts they glide;  
Down they fall and by't the Ground,  
Down they fall with all their Pride:  
Scattering imperfect Curses round.  
Vainly they curse as they did flee:  
Vainly they curse their Fate and Thee.  
Both alike their Curses find:  
Lose, and Weak, and Short, and Dead,  
Long before they reach thy Head,  
And scattered into Wind.   

V  
For ever shall thy Rightful Throne endure; 
Thy Throne is for ever and ever.   
Thy Rightful Sceptre now for ever is secure.  
Thy Throne on Justice firmly fixed; 
The Sceptre of thy Kingdom is a right Sceptre. Thou lovedst Righteousness and hatest Wickedness.   
A Basis ne'er can fail or fade,  
With guileful Arts unmixed.  
By Inclination, not by Interest, Just,  
Thou Fraud and Wrong dost hate,  
And he who knows thy Heart, who is thy Trust 
Therefore God, even thy God, hath anointed thee with the Oil of Gladness above thy Fellows.   
Who does secure thy State;  
With Holy Oil he does thy Temple's Crown,  
Nor must S●uls Vial thy low Measure be;  
For in the largest Quantity,  
It thence on all thy Royal Robes flows gently down:  
Thy Royal Robes whence gladsome Odours flow, 
All thy Garments smell of Myrrh, Aloes and Cassia, out of the Ivory Palaces whereby they have made thee glad.   
Whence Showers of precious Pearls distil,  
When from thy Wardrobe thou dost go,  
Like trickling fragrant Dew from Hermons fruitful Hill.   

VI  
Even haughty Princes do not Scorn, 
King's Daughters were among thy Honourable Women. Upon thy right Hand did stand the Queen, in Gold of Ophir.   
(Honour enough, enough of State,)  
Their Daughters should thy Courts adorn  
On thee, and on thy Queen to wait:  
Thy Queen, arrayed in Gold, less bright,  
She takes not, but she lends it light.  
O Egypt's Glory once! now Salems' Pride!  
Incline thy Royal Ear! 
Harken, O Daughter, and consider! Incline thine Ear! forget also thine own People and thy Father's House!   
Thy faithful suppliants hear,  
And every little weakness cast aside!  
Let no fond Thoughts for Egypt still remain!  
Let Pharaoh and all his Gods forgotten be!  
What is he now to Thee?  
Forget 'em all, and break the servile Chain!  
So shall thy Royal Lord become thy Slave: 
So shall the King greatly desire thy Beauty.   
And tied in Love's soft Bands  
Wrought by the Eyes and Hands,  
No other Freedom ever wish to have.  
Thy Royal Lord; for thou dost know 
For he is thy Lord, and Worship thou him.   
What Reverence is his due;  
And since he yields so much to you,  
How much, much more to him thou still must owe.   

VII.  
So Tires proud Daughter soon shall hasten o'er 
And the Daughter of Tyre shall be there with a Gift.   
Pleased in thy Courts to find a room  
With the best Trophies of her Noble Loom,  
With all the valued purple from her plundered shore;  
And humbly kneel, and humbly greet,  
And cast it at thy Feet.  
Whilst other Gifts thy wealthy Subjects bring,  
Worthy the Consort of a King: 
The Rich among the People shall entreat thy Favour.   
These from Gilead, Balm divine;  
Spices these, were fit to burn  
In the Arabian Wonders Urn:  
These the rich Engeddi's Wine.  
Thus they thy favour shall entreat,  
And court thy smiles to make 'em Great.   

VIII.  
'Tis not, alas! the Gold less bright 
The King's Daughter is all glorious within. Her clothing is of wrought Gold.   
Which gives not, but receives thy Light:  
That makes Great Pharaohs Daughter shine:  
Thy better Glories are unseen,  
And modestly withdraw within:  
That must be invisible which is divine.  
Those fair Virtues ay possess't  
(Proud of such a Spicey Nest,)  
Of thy white Soul, and scarce less beauteous Breast.  
Say! what Robes shall we prepare  
For Solomon's Queen, and Pharoahs' Heir?  
The needles all their Art shall try, 
She shall be brought to the King in Raiments of Needlework: The Virgins her Companions that follow her shall be brought unto thee.   
And thy daughters, Salem! vy  
With the rich Embroidery  
Of the Fields, and of the Sky.  
A Crowd of Virgins, , as Fair,  
Beauties all, were she not there  
Her long-long Pomp in decent Order bear.  
Unknown Gladness shall arise, 
With Gladness, and rejoicing shall they be brought. They shall enter into the King's Palace.   
And around our Faces play,  
Shine through all our Hearts, and Eyes,  
And never more away.  
Where e'er they come new Conquests these shall make,  
And all our Palaces shall take:  
Ah! who would not, must not yield  
When such Beauty takes the Field?   

IX.  
O Egypt's Glory once! look back no more  
To headlong Nile's uncertain Shore!  
To Shilo's softer Waters now  
Thy Ears, and Inclinations bow!  
Let Pharaoh and all his Gods forgotten be! 
Instead of thy Fathers, shall be thy Children.   
While thy glad Subjects wish and pray  
For such as long may Israel's Sceptre sway,  
And for a long-long Race of happy Kings from Thee; 
Whom thou may'st make Princes in all the Earth.   
Who through the World may bear their Parents Name,  
Heirs of their Virtues, and their Throne,  
And sharers in their Fame,  
Their Victories to utmost Ind ', and distant Ganges known.  
Through all their far outstretched Line 
I will make thy name to be remembered in all Generations: Therefore shall the People praise thee for ever and ever.   
Whilst grateful Israel shall thy Glories raise  
On lofty Pyramids of praise,  
Thou in their Fame shalt share, as they in thine.  
And, if a Verse Eternity can give  
Thou in my Verse as in their Fame shalt ever live.   
FINIS.