A POEM, &c.
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ANd welcom now (Great Monarch,) to your own;
Behold th' approaching Cliffs of Albion:
It is no longer Motion cheats your view,
As you meet it, the Land approacheth you.
The Land returns, and in the white it wears
The marks of Penitence and Sorrow bears.
But you, whose Goodness your Descent doth shew,
Your Heav'nly Parentage and Earthly too;
By that same Mildness, which your Fathers Crown
Before did ravish, shall secure your own.
Not ty'd to rules of Policy, you find
Revenge less sweet than a forgiving mind.
Thus when th' Almighty would to Moses give
A sight of all he could behold and live;
A Voice before his Entry did proclaim
Long-suffering, Goodness, Mercy in his Name.
Your Pow'r to Justice doth submit your Cause,
Your Goodness only is above the Laws;
Whose rigid Letter while pronounc'd by you
Is softer made. So winds that tempests brew
Behold th' approaching Cliffs of Albion:
It is no longer Motion cheats your view,
As you meet it, the Land approacheth you.
The Land returns, and in the white it wears
The marks of Penitence and Sorrow bears.
But you, whose Goodness your Descent doth shew,
Your Heav'nly Parentage and Earthly too;
By that same Mildness, which your Fathers Crown
Before did ravish, shall secure your own.
Not ty'd to rules of Policy, you find
Revenge less sweet than a forgiving mind.
Thus when th' Almighty would to Moses give
A sight of all he could behold and live;
A Voice before his Entry did proclaim
Long-suffering, Goodness, Mercy in his Name.
Your Pow'r to Justice doth submit your Cause,
Your Goodness only is above the Laws;
Whose rigid Letter while pronounc'd by you
Is softer made. So winds that tempests brew
When
