On the Arrival of His Royal Highness THE DUKE INTO ENGLAND A Congratulatory POEM.  

NOw Heaven Smiles; Our Clouded Orb looks bright:  
The Sun's returned, and has dispelled our Night.  
Rejoice all Loyal Souls: Let all this Isle,  
Be Covered with an Universal Smile.  
Great JAMES is come! Blessed be the Happy Day,  
That did His wished-for Person safe Convey.  
Our Hearts, the Limits of our Breasts, overflow,  
And oft for passage to our Mouths do go,  
Eager His Princely Person for to meet,  
And to lie prostrate at His Royal Feet.  
Let all His Foes (tho' Foes without a Cause)  
Look back a while, and on His Actions pause:  
Enumerate all His Virtues; Glories, Name,  
Then say why they such Goodness did profane,  
And strove with Slander to Eclipse His Fame.  
May all that would His Glories so decrease,  
Or cease to be, or to be Envious cease.  
May they in Shame hang down their Hated Head;  
And never raise 'em till their Rancour's dead.  
Ungrateful Men! What Hazards did He eat?  
How oft to Death and Danger did He Run?  
To Save your Lives, and Liberties Secure,  
What Hardships, and what Miseries Endure?  
How oft His Royal Person too Expose,  
Amidst (except yourselves) His greatest Foes?  
When He from HOLLAND fraught with Triumphs came,  
And Fame had taught the World no other Name,  
Then your Acknowledgements you did Express,  
To His vast Conduct owed your Happiness.  
Then Caps flew up, and Brimmers too were filled;  
His Health went round, and not a Drop was spilled;  
But in the Fullness of your Flowing Bowls,  
You showed the Gladness of your well-pleased Souls.  
Now Silent as the Night all hushed you lie,  
(Unknown unto yourselves the Reason why)  
And let (Oh! Shame to speak it!) Gratitude to die.  
Yet all Untainted Loyal Hearts do Sing,  
Welcome, GREAT SIR, Dear Brother of our KING.  
Welcome to us; such Hearty Welcome, SIR,  
As Wealth t'th ' Poor, or Rest t'th ' Traveller,  
Or to the Death-beleagered his Deliverer.  
Yet farther Welcome, which no Good Man controls,  
Welcome as Paradise is to our Souls:  
May they who to Your Welcome don't agree,  
There find no Welcome, but excluded be.  
We're so transported at Your Glorious Sight,  
We're lost in Ecstasy, and vast Delight:  
Our Souls do Bless You wheresoever You go;  
To You we all do Veneration owe.  
To Grace Your Mind as Heaven took special Care,  
So did it too to make Your Body Rare.  
Joy of our Eyes, our Minds chief Darling too,  
Let all that would be Truly Great, Copy You.  
Oh that I were Inspired! that I might tell  
How oft our Mighty HERO did Excel  
In Glorious Acts! How oft His Warlike Arm  
His Enemies did Defeat, and Country Charm!  
But all His Godlike Acts no Tongue can tell,  
For they're so great, they are Ineffable.  
Our Dazl●td Sense can't all His Glories see,  
They are too strong for our Humanity:  
'Tis Heaven that bestowed 'em best can tell,  
For they're to us Incomprehensible.  
When from His Royal Brother came Command,  
That He forthwith should Quit His Native Land,  
And to some Foreign Shore Himself Convey,  
Being all Obedience, strait withdrew away.  
Scarce was it spoke, but He forthwith Obeyed;  
Nor was there any Murmuring Question made;  
But as the Meanest, Poorest Subject, He  
His Duty showed, and Brother's Sovereignty.  
Immense Obedience! Ne'er to be forgot,  
Nor in Oblivion's Grave unthought of rot;  
But to's Immortal Fame and Glory be  
Recorded left to all Posterity.   

Let LONDON Ring till't Echo on the THAMES,  
Long Live the KING, and's Royal Brother JAMES.   
FINIS.   

LONDON, Printed for G. K. MDCLXXX.