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R224621 ILlustrious Triumphs now with Joy we sing, / That welcome Home our Thrice Renowned King, Houghton Library Bute Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 4: 128 THE / TRIUMPHANT RECEPTION / Of His Most Sacred Majesty, King William III. / In His Passage through the City of London, to His Royal Palace, on His Return from Flanders, after a Firm Conclusion / of PEACE, November the 16th. 1697. / A HEROICK POEM. THE TRIUMPHANT RECEPTION Of His Most Sacred Majesty, King William III. In His Passage through the City of London, to His Royal Palace, on His Return from Flanders, after a Firm Conclusion of PEACE, November the 16th. 1697. A HEROICK POEM. THE TRIUMPHANT RECEPTION Of His Most Sacred Majesty, King William III. In His Passage through the City of London, to His Royal Palace, on His Return from Flanders, after a Firm Conclusion of PEACE, November the 16th. 1697. A HEROIC POEM. ?-?

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ILlustrious Triumphs now with Joy we sing, That welcome Home our Thrice Renowned King, Who after Toils of War, returns in Peace, And makes our Fears and Cares at once to cease Triumphant Glories do express his Praise, Whom Fame and Vict'ry Crowns with conqu'ring Bays, Whilst he stood Europes Champion in the Field, And shelter'd Nations fought behind his Shield. See the glad People crouding, to him run, Like Persians to adore the Rising-Sun: The Nations Darling all do him Proclaim, And with their Shouts exceed the Voice of Fame. Lovely in Lawrels, but in Palms much more; War brought Renown, but Peace adds to our Store A Thousand Blessings, to make England smile, And recompence her after Blood and Toil. See with what Pomp of winning Graces Crown'd, That through the World have made him so Renown'd, He comes, whilst gracious Looks and Gestures prove, He sees his Throne built on his Peoples Love: Sees how a willing Nation do's express A Gratitude for so much Happiness, As smiling Heaven has yet reserv'd for those Whom his Protection have so freely chose. He saw us sinking, and reviv'd our Fate, When first he took on him the Regal State; And to accomplish the main End he sought, In greatest Dangers has our Battles fought, Where Death in Triumph rode, he fac'd his Frown, And vanquish'd Terrors lead him to Renown; Whilst his Victorious Sword, cutting its way Beyond Wars Power, its mighty Force to stay,
Call'd on calm Peace, who long had made retreat, And sigh'd once more to gain her former Seat, To bless those Nations who had banish'd her, And almost fainted under tedious War. This is the Prince old Prophesies presage, To England should restore the Golden Age, Whilst each in Quiet sits beneath his Vine, In Ease and Plenty, ceasing to repine. Religion, Laws, and Liberties secur'd And if more happpy things can be procur'd On this side Heaven, we may hope to see Under his Reign a lasting Jubilee. London the chief of Cities, well do's show Her Gratitude to him from whom do's flow So many Favours, and would prove ingrate, Should it be less, when he upholds her State: Which else again, perhaps, by Popish Ire, E'er this had sunk as low in conquering Fire. Great City then rejoice, thus freed from Rome, Think in this Prince thy Guardian Angel's come. Let Drums and Trumpets sound, in Verse Proclaim, With all thy Splendour, great King Williams Fame; Scarlet and Purple, Chains of Gold put on, To meet him whom the mighty Work has done. Let all thy Liveries in Pomp appear, And thy Militia freed from Fears of War, Rang'd in their Order, now receive their King; Let Bonfires blaze, and Bells melodious ring. All Harmony in every Place be found, Joy spread itself the Universe all round; Whilst Hills and Dales do eccho back the same, And the glad News from Shoar to Shoar Proclaim;
Whilst flowing Crouds like Waves on Waves encrease, And sing the Triumphs of a happy Peace, That in much Honour to our Nation comes; Sound, sound again the Trumpets, beat the Drums, Whilst to the Royal Palace he do's ride, Who is not our's alone, but the World's Pride; Whom Moscovy, and Venice do adore, Drawn by his Fame from North and Eastern shoar, Whilst Italy, and farthest German Rhine, Sweden and Danemark do with them combine, To Grace our Caesar with Embassadors, Courting his Fortunes both in Peace and Wars, As the admired Hero of the Age, Born to great Actions: and all Hearts engage In Love to him, where Envy, that dire Bane, Vertue in Mankind basely don't Prophane. Let all our Prayers then join for his Success, To Crown him still with lasting Happiness; Long may he Reign, and Peaceful may he Live, By whom so many Blessings we receive: Whilst the united People loud do sing, God prosper long our Good and Gracious King: And Guardian Angels watch him Night and Day; So let us wish, and so let each one pray, That knowing what it is to be so blest, After long Toil we may sit down in Rest, Trading increase, that late was at a stand, And Milk and Honey flow this happy Land.
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