%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> To the best of MONARCHS, / His MAJESTY of GREAT BRITAIN, &c. / CHARLES THE SECOND, / A GRATULATORY POEM / On the most happy Arrival of his most Excellent Majesty, CHARLES the Second, / by the Grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland, who landed at / Dover, Friday, May 25. 1660. to the most unspeakable Joy of His Subjects. Holland, Samuel University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 07/15/2014 34228

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R178085 HEav'n at the Last hath heard my Prayers, I stand, / Full of fair hopes to kiss my Princes hand, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 127 To the best of MONARCHS, / His MAJESTY of GREAT BRITAIN, &c. / CHARLES THE SECOND, / A GRATULATORY POEM / On the most happy Arrival of his most Excellent Majesty, CHARLES the Second, / by the Grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland, who landed at / Dover, Friday, May 25. 1660. to the most unspeakable Joy of His Subjects. To the best of MONARCHS, His MAJESTY of GREAT BRITAIN, etc. CHARLES THE SECOND, A CONGRATULATORY POEM On the most happy Arrival of his most Excellent Majesty, CHARLES the Second, by the Grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland, who landed at Dover, Friday, May 25. 1660. to the most unspeakable Joy of His Subjects. Holland, Samuel Printer Christopher Higgins ?-?

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HEav'n at the Last hath heard my Prayers, I stand, Full of fair hopes to kiss my Princes hand, And need no flames that may new heats infuse, Zeal can create a Verse without a Muse; The wounds I have receiv'd, the years I've spent, The months I've told in long Imprisonment, I look on now with Joy; who would not be One day in Chains, to be for ever free? My Prayers are heard, the King Himself is come, The Grace and Glory of all Christendome. 'Tis He repairs our Breaches, and restores The Land to safety, and doth heal our Sores; Tis He that stroaks our Griefs, and wipes our Eyes, Sets us in order, and doth make us wise: For ne'r was Nation so before misled, To court the Tail, and make the Rump their Head. Where are the Saints now that would fain be known, To have no other Holydayes but their own? Where are our cruel Regicids, and all That petulant crew we ANABAPTISTS call? Whose wild Religion, and whose zeal doth border, On Faction, Ruine, Falshood and Disorder; Whose Gospel speaks it is too hard a thing, To honour God, and to obey the King; And from their Bibles do expunge that Text, As too obliging, or too much perplext: The day is now at hand that will declare, What men of Conscience, and what Saints they are, Who still pursue (oh most inhumane wrongs) The Lords Anointed with their threatning tongues; As if the Father slain, they had not done Enough, unless they massacred the Son: This to prevent, the King Himself draws nigh, Full of His Cause, His Eye with Majesty, His Brow with thunders arm'd, and on each hand The Youth of Heav'n in files unnumbred stand, His glorious Guard; for to the world be't known, That Heaven is pleas'd to make this Cause his own: For who the King affront, the like would do To th' KING of Kings, could they come at Him too.
Now as the Sun when his absented light Approacheth neerer Day, doth smile out right, And the thick Vapours of the night do fly In guilty Tumults from his searching Eye; So now the King in person hath begun To show himself like the Meridian Sun, To shine in all his Glories, and dispence Throughout the Land his powerfull Influence; The clouds of bold Rebellion, the false light Of falser zeal, and Meteors of the Night, The sullen Vapours, and the Mists that made A great Confusion in so great a shade, Shall waste before him, as he comes our States Extreams to temper; for it pleas'd the Fates, Though others travaild in the work, yet none Shall heal our Griefs, but who our hearts did own; Nor shall the North regain their antient worth, But by that Monarch whom the North brought forth. And Fame no sooner to our ears did bring The welcome story of our landed King, But all the Lords and Gentry of the Land Made haste to wait upon his high Command, So full their Trayn, so gallant their Array, As if their splendor would outshine the day; Who all as soon as they the King displayd, Who can imagine what a shout was made? The glittering of their cloaths outvy'd the Suns, Hats in the Ayr flew up, Guns roard to Guns, And Trumpets deafned Trumpets, who'd have thought These e're in arms against each other fought? Th' outlandish that did mark it, and stood by, In our behalf all out aloud did cry, Was never Nation now more blest than we? Nor ever Monarch more admir'd then He. How great will be our growing Joys we may Presume will Crown his Coronation Day? For to his matchless merit 'twill be more Then ever King of ENGLAND had before; At which, since Heav'n and Earth with shouts do ring, Let Heaven and Earth say both, GOD save the KING.
S. HOLLAND. EDINBURGH, Re-printed by Christopher Higgins, in Harts Close, over against the Trone-Church, 1660.