A CONGRATULATION To our newly restored PARLIAMENT OF THE commonwealth of ENGLAND.  
HAIL, Sacred Common-weal; for sure thou art  
The joy and comfort of each honest heart.  
How wert thou clouded in thy Virgin-birth,  
That made our Zion soon lose all her mirth?  
Thou first-born of great Jove, and yet kept under  
By sons of Earth, which was our greatest wonder;  
But now it doth revive our heart's affection,  
To see again thy much wished resurrection.  
Can a true English heart now silent be,  
Being freed from Bondage and from tyranny?  
And will it not loud 10 Paeans sing?  
And shout forth praises to our Heavenly King?  
What makes our muse's silent now to be  
In this great change? Were all for monarchy  
Inspired and tuned? Athens I'm sure free State  
Brought forth great Captains, as well men of pate.  
Your Fountain's dry, or else your great Pan's dead,  
Are all come lifeless sourls ha'ing lost your head?  
Or has the second birth of our Free-State  
Sent ye all packing hence, and wrought your fate?  
Some say that in a freeborn Common-weal  
Wits will increase, and come more liberal.  
That all are silent struck, I much admire;  
Did Interest or gain your souls inspire?  
If your great hero were alive again,  
he'd little thank such mercenary men,  
That clawed the Father, and when he was gone,  
Eat up their words, and then forsook his Son.  
Sure it is just that each one should inherit  
The due reward of his great Acts and Merit.  
And though great Caesar vowed Rome's slavery,  
Yet Rome grew great by Caesar's gallantry:  
His fault was Caesar's, aiming at a Crown,  
T'enslave the public, tread our freedoms down.  
But who would not of men a Caesar be,  
So sweet is Rule and Royal sovereignty?  
But thanks Great Senators, who'd not forgot  
Out public freedoms, nor the common Plot  
Of the stout Royalists both new and old,  
That to enslave us all were grown so bold.  
Blessed be providence 'cause ye again up stand  
Without new Wars, by small help of man's hand.  
Be wise then now ye Rulers, kiss the Son,  
Be not self-seekers, but let all be done  
In righteousness and Justice unto all,  
Then by the hands of foes you shall not fall;  
And let th'oppressed's loads be laid aside;  
Let trust and charge in honest hands reside.  
So will you flourish, and the World shall see  
The righteous fruits of your new Olive-tree:  
And then I'll say, predict and prophesy,  
Your State will stand to perpetuity.  
So prayeth W. H.   

LONDON, Printed by J. T. in the year 1659.