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Earth shudders, as her caves receive his bones,
Loathing[1] the offering of so dark a death.


The legal Ruler[2] now resumes the helm,
He guides through gentle seas, the prow of state;
Hope cheers, with wonted smiles, the peaceful realm,
And heals the bleeding wounds of wearied Hate.


The gloomy tenants, Newstead! of thy cells,
Howling, resign their violated nest;[3]
Again, the Master on his tenure dwells,
Enjoy'd, from absence, with enraptured zest.


Vassals, within thy hospitable pale,
Loudly carousing, bless their Lord's return;
Culture, again, adorns the gladdening vale,
And matrons, once lamenting, cease to mourn.


A thousand songs, on tuneful echo, float,

Unwonted foliage mantles o'er the trees;
  1. This is an historical fact. A violent tempest occurred immediately subsequent to the death or interment of Cromwell, which occasioned many disputes between his partisans and the cavaliers: both interpreted the circumstance into divine interposition; but whether as approbation or condemnation, we leave to the casuists of that age to decide. I have made such use of the occurrence as suited the subject of my poem.
  2. Charles II.
  3. Howling, forsake ——.—[P. on V. Occasions.]