TO THE KING, UPON HIS MAJESTY'S HAPPY RETURN.  
June 9th The gift of the Author my son George's Tutor. this author mistaken for mr Clement Ellis, Coll: Reg: Oxon 〈◊〉   

TO THE KING, UPON HIS MAJESTY'S HAPPY RETURN.  

THe rising Sun complies with our weak sight,  
First guilds the Clouds, then shows his globe of light  
At such a distance from our eyes, as though  
He knew what harm his hasty Beams would do.   

But Your full MAJESTY at once breaks forth  
In the Meridian of Your Reign, Your worth,  
Your youth, and all the splendour of Your State,  
Wrapped up, till now, in clouds of adverse fate,  
With such a flood of light invade our eyes,  
And our spread Hearts with so great joy surprise,  
That, if Your Grace incline that we should live,  
You must not (SIR) too hastily forgive.  
Our guilt preserves us from th' excess of joy,  
Which scatters spirits, and would life destroy.   

All are obnoxious, and this faulty Land  
Like fainting Hester doth before you stand,  
Watching Your Sceptre, the revolted Sea  
Trembles to think she did Your Foes obey.   

Great Britain, like blind Polypheme, of late  
In a wild rage became the scorn and hate  
Of her proud Neighbours, who began to think,  
She, with the weight of her own force, would sink:  
But You are come, and all their hopes are vain,  
This Gyant-Islle has got her Eye again;  
Now she might spare the Ocean, and oppose  
Your conduct to the fiercest of her Foes:  
Naked, the Graces guarded You from all  
Dangers abroad, and now Your Thunder shall.  
Princes, that saw You, different passions prove,  
For now they dread the Object of their love;  
Nor without envy can behold His height,  
Whose Conversation was their late delight.  
So Semele contented with the rape  
Of Jove, disguised in a mortal shape,  
When she beheld his hands with lightning filled,  
And his bright rays, was with amazement killed.   

And though it be our sorrow and our crime  
To have accepted life so long a time  
Without you here, yet does this absence gain  
No small advantage to Your present Reign:  
For, having viewed the persons and the things,  
The Councils, State and strength of Europe's Kings,  
You know your work; Ambition to restrain,  
And set them bounds, as Heaven does to the Main.  
We have you now with ruling wisdom fraught,  
Not such as Books, but such as Practise taught:  
So the lost Sun, while least by us enjoyed,  
Is the whole night, for our concern employed:  
He ripens spices, fruit, and precious Gums,  
Which from remotest Regions hither comes.   

This seat of Yours, from th' other world removed,  
Had Archimedes known, he might have proved  
His Engine's force, fixed here, your power and skill▪  
Make the world's motion wait upon your will.   

Much-suffering Monarch, the first English born  
That has the Crown of these three Nations worn,  
How has Your patience, with the barbarous rage  
Of Your own soil, contended half an Age?  
Till (Your tried virtue, and Your sacred word,  
At last preventing Your unwilling Sword)  
Armies and Fleets, which kept You out so long,  
Owned their great Sovereign, and redressed His wrong;  
When strait the People, by no force compelled,  
Nor longer from their inclination held,  
Break forth at once, like Powder set on fire,  
And with a noble rage their KING require.   

So th' injured Sea, which from her wont course,  
To gain some acres, avarice did force,  
If the new Banks, neglected once, decay,  
No longer will from her old Channel stay,  
Raging, the late-got Land she overflows,  
And all that's built upon it to ruin goes.   

Offenders now, the chiefest; do begin  
To strive for Grace, and expiate their sin:  
All winds blow fair, that did the world embroil,  
Your Viper's Treacle yield, and Scorpions Oil.   

If then such praise the Macedonian got,  
For having rudely cut the Gordian knot;  
What glory's due to him that could divide  
Such ravelled interests, has the knot untied,  
And without stroke so smooth a passage made,  
Where craft and malice such impeachments laid?   

But while we praise You, You ascribe it all  
To his high hand, which threw the untouched wall  
Of self-demolisht Jericho so low:  
His Angel 'twas that did before You go.  
Tamed savage hearts, and made affections yield,  
Like Ears of Corn when wind salutes the field.   

Thus patience crowned: like Job's, your trouble ends,  
Having your Foes to pardon, and your Friends:  
For, though your Courage were so firm a rock,  
What private virtue could endure the shock?  
Like your great Master you the storm withstood,  
And pitied those who Love with Frailty showed.   

Rude Indians torturing all the Royal race,  
Him with the Throne and dearbought Sceptre grace  
That suffers best: what Region could be found,  
Where your heroic Head had not been crowned?   

The next experience of Your mighty mind,  
Is, how You combat Fortune now she's kind;  
And this way too, you are victorious found,  
She flatters with the same success she frowned;  
While to Yourself severe, to others kind  
With power unbounded, and a will confined.  
Of this vast Empire you possess the care,  
The softer part falls to the People's share:  
Safety and equal Government are things  
Which Subjects make, as happy, as their Kings.   

Faith, Law and Piety, that banished train;  
Justice and Truth, with You return again:  
The City's Trade, and Countries easy life  
Once more shall flourish without fraud or strife.  
Your Reign no less assures the Ploughman's peace,  
Than the warm Sun advances his increase:  
And does the Shepherds as securely keep  
From all their fears, as they preserve their sheep.   

But above all, the Muse-inspired train  
Triumph, and raise their drooping heads again;  
Kind Heaven at once has in Your Person sent  
Their sacred Judge, their Guard, and Argument.   By ED: WALLER Esq.  

Printed for Richard Marriot, in St. Dunstan's Churchyard, Fleetstreet.