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R33518 YEt once more Peace turns back her head, to smile, / And take some Pity on our stubborn Isle; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1379 THE / RECOVERY. THE RECOVERY. ?-?

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YEt once more Peace turns back her head, to smile, And take some Pity on our stubborn Isle; She, and her Sister Truth now Hand in Hand, Return to visit our forsaken Land. I see, I see, O Albion! Bless the Sight! Truth long Eclips'd lift up her Sacred Light, And chase away the obscene Birds of Night. Th' ill Boding Screech-Owl we so long did fear, Hov'ring above us in our thick'ned Air; Whose Fatal Note was never heard, but Death Follow'd th' Infernal Evidencing Breath. Hail Lovely Truth! Oh! Spread thy Rays Divine, And bid thy Dawning Beams more fully Shine; Already thy Glad Influence We find, And all now see but They who will be blind: They see whilst Thou hold'st up thy Guiding Light, The Dangerous Errour of their Former Night; A Night, which all our Heaven did Invade, By the Dire Skill of State Magicians made. In a Dark Cell the Wayward Brothers met, I' th' midst a Chair there was for Satan set; Which in his Absence -------------- A little Wither'd Conjurer Supply'd, And all his Imps drank Venom from his Side: His Word was (then He out his Tap did pluck,). Come my young Pugs of Treason, come and Suck: This Hellish Rite perform'd, to work they go To raise up Darkness from the Shades below; Thick Mists of Popular Fears and Jealousies Did at their Necromantick Call arise, And in Black Clouds hid the British Skies. Here first their unskil'd Spirits their Visions play'd, And learnt their Visions to the Hatfield Maid: Here first were rais'd the wond'ring World to scar, The Armies Harris Muster'd in the Air. But now the Charm's Dissolv'd, and England's free From the Enchantment, does it's Madness see; Sees its vain Fears of that Expected Day, No Royal Blood stain'd the Fifteenth of May: Prevailing Truth has open'd Britains Eyes, And Folly seen, begins to make Her wise. O let us then Unite, make Faction cease, Nor think Confusion is the way to Peace; That Schism must the Churches Fall prevent, Or breaking Law, secure the Government. Let Traytors to expected Tryal come, And from the Mouth of Justice hear their Doom: 'Tis so, the Traytor comes, now, now maintain Justice thy Seat, nor bear the Sword in vain. Tho Hackney Speakers wou'd o're Law prevail, And Conquer Thee by telling a false Tale; Though Factious or Guilty Lords appear, To blunt that Sword whose Edge they justly fear; Tho Garter Blue, and Star the Court should awe; But oh! that Star does now its Beams withdraw, Nor at the Tryal will its Light dispence, To cherish Treason with its Influence. What then are they who from thy Hand would snatch The blackest Traytor Hell did ever hatch? When they but once that Horrid Paper see, Which does almost exceed in Villany, Satan, or his Vicegerent Sh---------ry;
Who in this Cause so much had never done, But that he knew the ugly Brat his own. Yet all in vain strives Councellours and Lord, Revenging Goddess, speak the Fatal Word; Nor let Confession turn aside thy Blow, But once strike Rogues that own that they are so. Had this been early done, t' had sav'd the Guilt Of so much Blood so Prodigally spilt; While certan Villany did hurry hence, To Unjust Death Suspected Innocence. But Justice now in this Triumphant Scene, Thy Shame does end, and Triumph does begin. All this to thy Defender CHARLES is due, Who now with Thee His Glory does renew; Already with fresh Beams the Crown does shine, Power Sacred grows, and Majesty Divine. His Majesty's Scepter's in His Hand held fast, Nor like a Reed is bent with every Blast: Hold, hold Great CHARLES, this Resolution hold, And in thy own and Kingdoms Cause be Bold; Whatever of this Mighty Body, Thou The Head Resolv'st, We thy Hands will do; Dare to be Happy, and to make Us so. How Great is Majesty, and how August? How God-like, when 'tis Resolutely Just? Then 'tis that Willing Subjects gladly meet, To throw their Lives before their Monarchs Feet; Then 'tis their Fortunes they before him lay, Sue to be Rul'd, and Glory to Obey. Such CHARLES is now thy State, and such the Train Of these that now Petition Thee to Reign; See, even thy Prodigal Son does now desire, To leave his Husks, and Swine, and Wapping Mire, In which so long He wallow'd up and down, Known to each Dirty Kennel in the Town; And to his Injur'd Father, and his Lord, Would by his much wrong'd Unkle be restor'd. How well have W------s, J------s, and W------n, B---h, G------d, T------y, their great Duties done! How have They taught the People to Repent Their Zeal for their great Idol P---------t! How have They shewn the Arbitrary way That Monster took to make Us all its Prey? They to lose all, claim'd more than was their Right, And stretch'd their Power only to break it quite. These, These are They who have True Service done, Meriting their Sacred Favours from the Crown: These, These have made a Dissolution be, Not Wisdom only, but Necessity. These thus remov'd, our Jealousies and Fears, Were ever so Deserving Pensioners! Then Charles, since all things now conspire to bless Thy Peaceful Age with Conquest and Success; Begin, Resolve, and Venture to be Great, Nor overthrow these Vast Designs of Fate: Begin at home, Purge thine own House, and free From Villains Tongues the Ears of Majesty; False P---------s from the Bed-chamber Discard, Let Catch-pole Br------s thy Court be bar'd, Nor leave one Factious R------l in the Guard.
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