Poem on the death of James 8.

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1893 (1893)

Upon the Death of K.King J.James 8. JanryJanuary 1. ¼ after 9 at Night,

1766.

FarewelFarewell, O pious Prince! the Palm is won,

The everlasting Crown of Bliss thy own.

Why should I weep thy Fate? Alas! thy Life

Was one continued Scene of Injury &and Grief.

This guilty Land was mark’dmarked by angry Heav’nHeaven:

Thou, blameless Infant, from her Æther driv’ndriven,

Long mourn’dmourned her Woes, now freed from WoWoe, you rise;

But poor Britannia in Dishonour lies!

O Power Almighty, stop th’thy avenging Hand,

In Pity view this desolated Land;

Restore her Royal Exile, on his Head

Thy choicest Gifts, thy richest Bounties shed.

As thou hast made him Good &and Great, bestow,

The Means that Goodness &and that Worth to show:
Grant
1894 (1894)

Grant him o’erover these repenting Lands to sway;

Grant all his people may with Joy obey,

And, with exulting Voices, all in One

What they refus’drefused the Father give the Son.

Again, O Heav’nHeaven! thy humbled Albion bless,

RESTORE her CHARLES, &and all her Wrongs redress.