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REAK, Sacred Morn, on our expecting Isle, And make our Albion's sullen Genius smile; His Brightest Glories let the Sun Display, He Rose not with a more important Day Since CHARLES Return'd on his Triumphant way: Gay as a Bridegroom then our Eyes he drew, And now seems Wedded to his Realms anew. Great Senate, hast, to joyn your Royal Head, Best Councell by the best of Monarchs swai'd: Methinks our Fears already are o're-blown, And on our Enemies Coast their Terrour thrown.

Darlings of Fame, you British Bards that wrote Of Old, as warmly as our Heroes fought, Aid me a bold Advent'rer for the Fame O'th' British State, and Touch me with your Flame; Rh