A CONGRATULATION For His Sacred Majesty, CHARLES, the third Monarch of Great Britain, His happy Arrival at Whitehall.  By a Loyal Member of His majesty's Army. 
Edinburgh, June 13. 1660.  

BE gone dark shadows of a gloomy night:  
Pack hence you furious Bugbears which affright  
Weak human fancies; banish sullen fears,  
State-Tempests now are still, fair Calms appears:  
Heaven's are serene, Faces and Hearts rejoice;  
Weigh Anchor mariners, your Sails up-hoise,  
And steer your Royal Vessel to that Port,  
Where Loyal Hearts in Myriads shall resort;  
Where every Knee shall bow, each Tongue shall cry  
Blessed Encomiums to His MAjESTY.  
BREDAH adieu, our DOVER longs to see  
That Face, where's mounted sovereign majesty;  
That Heart where Love enthroned sits and lives,  
And greatest Injuries forgets, forgives;  
That Magazine of human Policy,  
Pattern of Patience, Prudence, Piety:  
Once the Contempt, but now the world's great Wonder;  
A King of Peace, and yet a King of Thunder:  
A Son of Suffering, but now Triumphing,  
By Patience learned the Art of Overcoming:  
O'er rigid Frowns, and feigned Smiles from those,  
Pretended Friendship, proved His greatest Foes.  
But stay! methinks I see our England's SUN,  
Great Britain's Glory, in's Meridian,  
Within the Royal Palace of Whitehall,  
Conducted by our Noble GENERAL;  
Whose Valour, Prudence, and fidelity,  
Deserves that GEORGE of ENGLAND styled he be:  
Who Prince, and People, Liberties and Laws  
Hath now restored from the Usurping Paws  
Of false Pretenders. Who shall write his Story?  
Puts Kings and Kingdoms in their Native Glory.  
Long live King CHARLES the Great, the Good, the Just,  
Blessed in His Subjects, happy in His Trust:  
Long may His Princely sceptre bear Command,  
Over our Kingdoms both by Sea and Land.  
Thrice welcome our Dread sovereign, King of Hearts,  
This is the Common Suffrage from all Parts:  
Both High and Low, both Rich and Poor, they sing  
Rejoicing echoes for their Sacred King.  
Possess and Rule, inherit what's Your own,  
You're Britain's Glory, and Your Subjects Crown;  
Which done, Posterities to come shall tell,  
King CHARLES the Second's without Parallel.   
FINIS.