THE SUBJECTS DESIRE To see our Gracious King Charles THE SECOND, HIS SAFE ARRIVAL.  
REturn Great King. For Loyalty implores  
Our Sovereign, to leave the Belgic shores.  
And bless the British soil, which longs to greet  
Her Second Charles, and kiss his Princely Feet.  
Let not the Ocean, or the more profound  
Abyss of guilt, wherein our Island's drowned,  
Deprive us longer of that Influence,  
Thy radiant Sun beams of benevolence,  
But cross that envious Sea, that separates,  
And show those smiles, all anger dissipates.  
Let Neptune solemnize his conquest now;  
Erect his head, and smooth his wrinkled brow.  
As proud of such a trust, whose precious Lading  
Not countervailed, by all the Indian Trading.  
Let curled wares in pleasant triumph dance,  
To give us notice of that Ships advance.  
Whose happy fate, shall by supreme decree  
Engross three Kingdoms wealth containing Thee,  
May Heaven her Pilot be, so to conduct,  
That no aspiring rock, dare once obstruct.  
May Holy Angels guard her day and night  
May Winds, and Waters, join to speed her flight.  
Who in their whispering murmurs, seem to say,  
We are the best of Subject, We obey  
Our Sovereign's Laws. And tacitly imply  
A check to us, for past disloyalty.  
Such may thy passage be, as shall presage  
Those Halcton days, Thou promisest this Age.  
May no tempestuous storm disturb thy rest,  
Be Seas serene as is thy Royal Breast.  
May heavens propitious seem to favour Us,  
Who towards thy safe return contribute thus  
Our contrite tears, as Seas, to waft thee o'er  
And bring Thee reconciled to our shore.  
Faith climbs the masts; Our hopes do swell the Sails,  
And loyal wishes, breath (thou, prosperous gales.  
Till day shall come, (our kalendars shall boast)  
KING CHARLES again, arrived on our coast.  
More welcome than the Rain to parched Land,  
Then shall the Sceptre court the Regal Hand.  
Mean time, It is our hopes, and humble suit,  
Of Royal Bounty, still totast more fruit.  
That as thy Kingly word hath all forgiven,  
Thy Prayers would get, this pardon sealed in Heaven.  
That whereas We, Thy Happy Reign, might miss,  
As juged unworthy of so great ablisse;  
May for thy sake obtain it. And be spared,  
As those, on whom, thy Clemeney declared.  
Whilst owned a People, Not reduced by Sword,  
But won by Favour, and thy Princely Word.  
Such conquest shall achieve the greatest Glory,  
And shall suffice t'immortallize thy Story.  
Since such a work, no spirit could complete  
But such as Thine. all Royal, Christian, Great.  
Who, but the Son of Charles, thy Glorions Father,  
Can cherish us, deserve destruction rather?  
Who, but the Deputy of Bod Above  
Can woe Rebellious Subjects, with such Love,  
Who but Thyself, could do as thou hast done?  
So never Conqerour, such triumphs won.  
To God be Glory. Did thy Heart incline,  
And for these gracious Acts, the honour Thine.  
Long happy be Thy Reign, so as to tell,  
Succeeding Ages, None could parallel.  
These are our prayers, This our sole Ambition.  
To see Thee here enthroned in Rights fruition.  
Whilst We thy Subjects labour to redeem  
By future loyalties Thy good Esteem  
And make conspicuous to thy Royal Eye  
The major part retained integrity.  
M. D.  
FINIS.   

LONDON: Printed for H. B. at the Gun in Ivy-Lane, 1660.