Exultationis Carmen TO THE KING'S MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY UPON HIS MOST Desired Return.  
By Rachel Jevon, Presented with her own Hand, Aug. 16th.  
CAROLUS En rediit, redeunt Saturnia regna.  
C R  HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE DIEV ET MON DROIT  royal blazon or coat of arms 
London, Printed by John Macock. 1660.   

TO THE MOST PIOUS and MOST SERENE OF KINGS, The Unworthiest of His MAJESTY'S HANDMAIDS With all Humility Offers this Congratulatory Poem.  

DRead Sovereign CHARLES! O King of Most Renown!  
Your Country's Father; and Your Kingdom's Crown;  
More Splendid made by dark Afflictions Night;  
Live ever Monarch in Celestial Light:  
Before Your Sacred Feet these Lines I lay,  
Humbly imploring, That, with Gracious Ray,  
You'll deign these first unworthy Fruits to view,  
Of my dead Muse, which from her Urn You drew.  
Though for my Sex's sake I should deny,  
Yet EXULTATION makes the Verse, not I;  
And shouting cries, Live Ever CHARLES, and Be  
Most Dear unto Thy People, They to Thee.   

WElcome Mild Caesar, born of Heavenly Race,  
A Branch most Worthy of Your Stock and Place,  
The Splendour of Your Ancestors, whose Star  
Long since outshined the golden Phoebus far;  
The living Image of our Martyred King,  
For us His People freely suffering;  
Sprung from the Rose and Flower-de-luce most fair,  
The Spacious World ne'er boasted such an Heir.  
Ye Pious Pens, plucked from a Seraphs Wing,  
Or His high Fame, teach future Times to sing.  
Ye lofty Muses of Parnassus Hill,  
Auspicious be to my unlearned Quill,  
Vouchsafing leave the Travels to recite  
Of this Great Prince, long Banished from His Right;  
Which Valiant He, did stoutly undertake  
For His Religion, and His Country's sake.  
After the murder of our CHARLEMAGNE,  
(Whose lasting Honour ne'er shall know a Wane,  
But to the Skies Triumphantly ascend,  
As His bright Soul did to Elysium tend,)  
The Scors our CHARLES th'undoubted Heir recall,  
And with His Grandsire's Glory Him Enstall;  
But after this (O cruel Fates!) betrayed  
He was to th' English, who with rage assayed  
Him to accost, throughout this British Isle;  
Can ever Rebels act a part so vile?  
Hence, hence sad sorrows, and all past annoys,  
Let nought approach You but triumphant Joys;  
And let us now remember with delight  
Your strange escape from Worc'sters bloody fight,  
Through Thundering Troops of armed foes, whose strife  
Was to bereave You of Your sacred life.  
Where many thousand Britain's spilt their blood,  
Weltering in gore, for King and Countries good:  
How oft have I Your cruel fates bewailed?  
How oft to Heaven have our Devotions sailed,  
Through tides of briny tears, and blown with gales  
Of mournful sighs, which daily filled the Sails?  
That Heaven it's sacred Offspring would defend,  
And to their sorrows put a joyful end.  
Propitious were the Heavens to our just Prayer:  
You on their Wings the blessed Angels bare  
Through thousand dangers, which by Land You past,  
Till suddenly into the Sea being cast,  
The Deities of Pontus flowing Stream,  
Did unto You than men far milder seem.  
Great Aeolus himself hasts You to meet,  
Prostrates the winds before Your Sacred Feet;  
Then with his power commands the fiercer Gales,  
Into their Den, lest they disturb Your Sails:  
Neptune strait calms the raging of the Sea,  
Before Your Stem the pleasant Dolphin's play;  
The surly Waves appeased, most gladly bore,  
The happy Vessel to the happier Shore.  
Then wand'ring through inhospitable Lands,  
Still seeking rest, the world amazed stands  
To see Him banished from every part  
Of its great Orb, Yet from His Faith not start;  
Nor to regain His Father's Rights would He,  
From th'ancient Worship of His Fathers flee,  
For every Kingdom He subdued by Charms,  
Of Love and Piety, more strong than Arms.  
France with her hair dishevelled, torn and sad,  
With bloody Robes of civil War beclad,  
With joy receives this Deity of peace,  
Who having caused those civil Wars to cease,  
The barbarous Vine the Royal Oak refused,  
To please the Tyrants, nature's bands she loosed;  
But He unmoved in faith their Lilies fled,  
And to th'unstable Willows wandered.  
Who most ungratefully did Him reject,  
That them the rebel brambles might protect.  
The Royal Oak by storms of leaves bereaved,  
The generous Olive to its soil received;  
Streight follows peace, its Deity being come,  
Aside they lay their Arms, Sword, Pike and Drum;  
The other Trees all shivering as a Reed,  
To make a League with th' Royal Oak agreed;  
At length Druina ravished with love,  
Humbly recalls Him to His native Grove,  
In peace to triumph, and to Reign a Lord  
O'er hearts subdued by Love, not by the Sword.  
His Native Country faint and languishing,  
Humbly implores the presence of her King:  
Lo how the late revolted Sea obeys,  
How gladly it the Billows prostrate lays  
Before Your Royal Navy, proud to bring  
Three widowed Kingdoms their espoused King!  
How do the winds contend, the spreading Sails  
Of Your blessed Ships, to fill with prosperous Gales;  
The Fates are kind; Conduct You to the Shoar,  
To welcome You the Thundering Canons roar;  
Your ravished Subjects overjoyed do stand,  
To see the stranger, (PEACE) with You to land,  
With You to earth Astraea fair is come,  
And Golden times in Iron ages room:  
Much Honour hath both Church and State adorned,  
Since You, our Faith's Defender, are returned;  
For of the Church the Honour and Renown,  
Are unto Kings the strongest Tower and Crown:  
Behold how Thames doth smooth her silver Waves!  
How gladly she, Your gilded Bark receives;  
Mark how the courteous Stream her Arms doth spread,  
Proud to receive You to her watery Bed.  
The old Metropolis by Tyrants torn,  
Your presence doth with beauteous youth adorn.  
On You how do the ravished people gaze?  
How do the thronging Troops all in a maze  
Shout loud for joy, their King to entertain,  
How do their Streets with Triumphs ring again.   

GReat CHARLs, Terrestrial God, Offspring of Heaven,  
You we adore, to us poor mortals given,  
That You (Our Life) may quicken us again,  
Who by our Royal Martyr's death were slain;  
For we on earth as ●●●●…s inanimate lay,  
Till You (Our Brea●) repaired our decay:  
Lo how old Tellus courts Your Sacred Feet,  
Arrayed with flowery Carpets peace to greet;  
As Phoebus when with glorious Lamp he views,  
Earth after Winter, tender grass renews;  
So through the world Your radiant Virtues Shine,  
Enlightening all to bring forth Fruits Divine:  
Or as the drops distilled by April showers,  
Produce from driest earth imprisoned flowers;  
So Your sad Fates sprinkled with holy eyes,  
Plunged in Your Kingly tears, have reached the skies,  
And from the appeased Deity brought down;  
T'adorn Your Sacred Temples many a Crown.  
The first of glory which shall ever last,  
In Heaven of Heavens, when all the rest are past;  
The Second shines with Virtues richly wrought  
Upon Your Soul, with Graces wholly fraught.  
The Third resplendent with your people's Loves,  
Their Hearts by joy being knit like Turtle-Doves.  
The Fourth's complete by Your high Charity,  
Which hath subdued and pardoned th' enemy.  
The Fifth shall shine with Gold and Jewels bright,  
Upon Your Head, O Monarch! our Delight;  
Where the Almighty grant it flourish may,  
Until in Heaven You shine with Glorious Ray.  
Who doth not stand amazed thus to see  
The spotless Turtle Dove Espoused to be  
Unto a Bride whose Robes with blood are foul;  
Lo Lovely CHARLEs with Dovelike Galless Soul,  
(Coming to th' Ark of His blood deluged Land,  
With peaceful Olive in His Sacred Hand)  
Espoused is to Albion died in gore  
And to her Princely Beauty doth restore;  
Then Celebrate the Espousals of our King,  
With us let far and near all Nations Sing;  
Let all the World shout loud perpetually,  
LET CHARLES LIVE LOVED UNTO ETERNITY.  
Rejoice ye Forests, your choice pleasures yield,  
The Royal Hunter Crowns the verdant field:  
And Leap for joy ye Beasts of every Plain,  
Behold Your King (the Lion) comes to Reign.  
Let shady Woods and Groves together dance  
To see the Royal Oak to them advance,  
Whilst Nymphs resound, O thrice, thrice happy they!  
Who have the Honour, their faint Limbs to lay  
Under the shadow of th' Illustrious Oak  
Expanded, to depel from Saints the Stroke  
Of Tyrant's tempests, and a Pillar (squared  
By Crosses) for the Church of God prepared;  
Where we may live to sing aloud His Praise,  
With heart and voice, and Organs sweetest Lays,  
Who hath our Davids' Prayer not withstood,  
But made his Offspring, CHARLEs the Great, and Good;  
And banishing all sorrow from His Seed,  
Highly Enthroned Him in His Father's stead;  
That He may shine a Splendid Star to damp  
Throughout the world at noon bright Phoebus' Lamp,  
And trample down those Tyrants with His Might,  
Who dare contemn His Universal Right;  
At length Your ripened Years being Crowned with Glory,  
Justice and Peace, unparallelled by story:  
Celestial CHARLEs Triumphantly Ascend  
T'enjoy the Heavens in Bliss without all End.   

GLORY TO GOD ALONE,  
THRICE BLESSED THREE IN ONE.   
FINIS.