Caledons' GRATULATORY RAPTURE At the Happy Return of our Dread Lord and sovereign KING CHARLES THE SECOND.  

HEnce Hellish fury's to your Stygian Cells,  
Here is nor Time, nor Place, for Charms, or Spells,  
Our horizontal Phoebus doth appear  
To guild the zodiac of this hemisphere  
With Royal rays: Although your furious rage  
Long forced their Clyms, to prove the dismal stage  
Of Treasons, murders, Ruins, rapines, When  
Power was usurped by the scum of men:  
The Throne was razed, And Sacred majesty  
Was sacrificed to the tyranny  
Of worst of Vermin, All the royal Race  
Exiled, and Royalty in high disgrace  
Entered; How (then) obscured was our Light?  
Our Day transformed to Cimmerian night?   

Yet from this Phoenix's ashes, lo, their springs  
A Phoenix that's the Diadem of Kings:  
With what transcending glory doth he rise,  
To clear the shades of our long darkened skies;  
The throne's repaired, Majesty restored,  
The Regal Race returned, admired, adored!   

Brave Heroe's, great restorers of the Crown!  
All future ages shall your true renown  
Admire; And the unparalelled story  
Proclaim, of your so much deserving glory.  
But generous George, the George most high deserves  
Of Royal bounty, which as yet reserves  
A Magazine of Honour, to proclaim  
The meritorious grandeur of his Fame:  
While regicides with infamy arraigned,  
And all their Complice's with shame are stained.  
Then Loyal Natives, let us chant and sing  
With cheerful Acclamations Carolling  
This Day, This Solemn-memorable Day  
How beautified, by the Royal Ray  
Of Sacred majesty? How hearts, and tongues  
Enlarged are, in cheerful cries and songs?  
The Heaven's resouned, The echoes do reply,  
The sweet concordance of this Harmony;   

Long live renowned, renowned long be the reign  
Of Charl's the Second, our Dread sovereign.   
FINIS.