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A Panegyric On His Coronation	A
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In that wild deluge where the world was drown'd	B
When life and sin one common tomb had found	B
The first small prospect of a rising hill	C
With various notes of joy the ark did fill	C
Yet when that flood in its own depths was drown'd	B
It left behind it false and slippery ground	B
And the more solemn pomp was still deferr'd	D
Till new born nature in fresh looks appear'd	E
Thus Royal Sir to see you landed here	F
Was cause enough of triumph for a year	G
Nor would your care those glorious joys repeat	H
Till they at once might be secure and great	I
Till your kind beams by their continued stay	J
Had warm'd the ground and call'd the damps away	J
Such vapours while your powerful influence dries	K
Then soonest vanish when they highest rise	K
Had greater haste these sacred rites prepared	L
Some guilty months had in your triumphs shared	L
But this untainted year is all your own	M
Your glories may without our crimes be shown	M
We had not yet exhausted all our store	N
When you refresh'd our joys by adding more	N
As Heaven of old dispensed celestial dew	O
You gave us manna and still give us new	O
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Now our sad ruins are removed from sight	P
The season too comes fraught with new delight	P
Time seems not now beneath his years to stoop	Q
Nor do his wings with sickly feathers droop	Q
Soft western winds waft o'er the gaudy spring	R
And open'd scenes of flowers and blossoms bring	R
To grace this happy day while you appear	G
Not king of us alone but of the year	G
All eyes you draw and with the eyes the heart	S
Of your own pomp yourself the greatest part	S
Loud shouts the nation's happiness proclaim	T
And Heaven this day is feasted with your name	T
Your cavalcade the fair spectators view	O
From their high standings yet look up to you	O
From your brave train each singles out a prey	J
And longs to date a conquest from your day	J
Now charged with blessings while you seek repose	U
Officious slumbers haste your eyes to close	V
And glorious dreams stand ready to restore	N
The pleasing shapes of all you saw before	N
Next to the sacred temple you are led	W
Where waits a crown for your more sacred head	W
How justly from the church that crown is due	O
Preserved from ruin and restored by you	O
The grateful choir their harmony employ	X
Not to make greater but more solemn joy	X
Wrapt soft and warm your name is sent on high	Y
As flames do on the wings of incense fly	Y
Music herself is lost in vain she brings	Z
Her choicest notes to praise the best of kings	Z
Her melting strains in you a tomb have found	B
And lie like bees in their own sweetness drown'd	B
He that brought peace all discord could atone	M
His name is music of itself alone	M
Now while the sacred oil anoints your head	W
And fragrant scents begun from you are spread	W
Through the large dome the people's joyful sound	B
Sent back is still preserved in hallow'd ground	B
Which in one blessing mix'd descends on you	O
As heighten'd spirits fall in richer dew	O
Not that our wishes do increase your store	N
Full of yourself you can admit no more	N
We add not to your glory but employ	X
Our time like angels in expressing joy	X
Nor is it duty or our hopes alone	M
Create that joy but full fruition	A
We know those blessings which we must possess	A2
And judge of future by past happiness	B2
No promise can oblige a prince so much	C2
Still to be good as long to have been such	C2
A noble emulation heats your breast	D2
And your own fame now robs you of your rest	D2
Good actions still must be maintain'd with good	E2
As bodies nourish'd with resembling food	F2
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You have already quench'd sedition's brand	G2
And zeal which burnt it only warms the land	G2
The jealous sects that dare not trust their cause	H2
So far from their own will as to the laws	I2
You for their umpire and their synod take	J2
And their appeal alone to C sar make	J2
Kind Heaven so rare a temper did provide	K2
That guilt repenting might in it confide	K2
Among our crimes oblivion may be set	L2
But 'tis our king's perfection to forget	L2
Virtues unknown to these rough northern climes	M2
From milder heavens you bring without their crimes	M2
Your calmness does no after storms provide	K2
Nor seeming patience mortal anger hide	K2
When empire first from families did spring	R
Then every father govern'd as a king	R
But you that are a sovereign prince allay	J
Imperial power with your paternal sway	J
From those great cares when ease your soul unbends	M2
Your pleasures are design'd to noble ends	M2
Born to command the mistress of the seas	M2
Your thoughts themselves in that blue empire please	M2
Hither in summer evenings you repair	N2
To taste the fraicheur of the purer air	N2
Undaunted here you ride when winter raves	M2
With C sar's heart that rose above the waves	M2
More I could sing but fear my numbers stays	M2
No loyal subject dares that courage praise	M2
In stately frigates most delight you find	O2
Where well drawn battles fire your martial mind	O2
What to your cares we owe is learnt from hence	M2
When even your pleasures serve for our defence	M2
Beyond your court flows in th' admitted tide	K2
Where in new depths the wondering fishes glide	K2
Here in a royal bed the waters sleep	P2
When tired at sea within this bay they creep	P2
Here the mistrustful fowl no harm suspects	M2
So safe are all things which our king protects	M2
From your loved Thames a blessing yet is due	O
Second alone to that it brought in you	O
A queen near whose chaste womb ordain'd by fate	I
The souls of kings unborn for bodies wait	I
It was your love before made discord cease	M2
Your love is destined to your country's peace	M2
Both Indies rivals in your bed provide	K2
With gold or jewels to adorn your bride	K2
This to a mighty king presents rich ore	N
While that with incense does a god implore	N
Two kingdoms wait your doom and as you choose	M2
This must receive a crown or that must lose	M2
Thus from your royal oak like Jove's of old	Q2
Are answers sought and destinies foretold	Q2
Propitious oracles are begg'd with vows	M2
And crowns that grow upon the sacred boughs	M2
Your subjects while you weigh the nation's fate	I
Suspend to both their doubtful love or hate	I
Choose only Sir that so they may possess	M2
With their own peace their children's happiness	M2

John Dryden

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