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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng James, -- Prince of Wales, 1688-1766 -- Poetry. 2002-07 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-08 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-09 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2002-09 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-10 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Iune the 19th . 1688 . Let this be PRINTED . Middleton . Britannia Rediviva : A POEM ON THE BIRTH OF THE PRINCE . Written by Mr. DRYDEN . Dii Patrii Indigetes , & Romule , Vestaque Mater , Quae Tuscum Tiberim , & Romana Palatia servas , Hunc saltem everso Puerum succurrere saeclo Ne prohibete : satis jampridem sanguine nostro Laomedonteae luimus Perjuria Trojae . Virg. Georg. I. LONDON , Printed for I. Tonson , at the Iudges-Head in Chancery-Lane , near Fleet-street . 1688. Britannia Rediviva : A POEM ON THE PRINCE , Born on the 10th . of Iune , 1688. OUr Vows are heard betimes ! and Heaven takes care To grant , before we can conclude the Pray'r : Preventing Angels met it half the way , And sent us back to Praise , who came to Pray . Just on the Day , when the high mounted Sun Did farthest in his Northern Progress run , He bended forward and ev'n stretch'd the Sphere Beyond the limits of the lengthen'd year ; To view a Brighter Sun in Britaine Born ; That was the Bus'ness of his longest Morn , The Glorious Object seen t' was time to turn . Departing Spring cou'd only stay to shed Her bloomy beauties on the Genial Bed , But left the manly Summer in her sted , With timely Fruit the longing Land to chear , And to fulfill the promise of the year . Betwixt two Seasons comes th' Auspicious Heir , This Age to blossom , and the next to bear . a Last solemn Sabbath saw the Church attend ; The Paraclete in fiery Pomp descend ; But when his Wondrous b Octave rowl'd again , He brought a Royal Infant in his Train . So great a Blessing to so good a King None but th' Eternal Comforter cou'd bring . Or did the Mighty Trinty conspire , As once , in Council to Create our Sire ? It seems as if they sent the New-Born Guest To wait on the Procession of their Feast ; And on their Sacred Anniverse decree'd To stamp their Image on the promis'd Seed . Three Realms united , and on One bestow'd , An Emblem of their Mystick Union show'd : The Mighty Trine the Triple Empire shar'd , As every Person wou'd have One to guard . Hail Son of Pray'rs ! by holy Violence Drawn down from Heav'n ; but long be banish'd thence , And late to thy Paternal Skyes retire : To mend our Crimes whole Ages wou'd require : To change th' inveterate habit of our Sins , And finish what thy Godlike Sire begins . Kind Heav'n , to make us English-Men again , No less can give us than a Patriarchs Reign . The Sacred Cradle to your Charge receive Ye Seraphs , and by turns the Guard relieve ; Thy Father's Angel and Thy Father joyn To keep Possession , and secure the Line ; But long defer the Honours of thy Fate , Great may they be like his , like his be late . That Iames this running Century may view , And give his Son an Auspice to the New. Our wants exact at least that moderate stay : For see the c Dragon winged on his way , To watch the d Travail , and devour the Prey . Or , if Allusions may not rise so high , Thus , when Alcides rais'd his Infant Cry , The Snakes besieg'd his Young Divinity : But vainly with their forked Tongues they threat ; For Opposition makes a Heroe Great . To needful Succour all the Good will run ; And Iove assert the Godhead of his Son. O still repining at your present state , Grudging your selves the Benefits of Fate , Look up , and read in Characters of Light A Blessing sent you in your own Despight . The Manna falls , yet that Coelestial Bread Like Iews you munch , and murmure while you feed . May not your Fortune be like theirs , Exil'd , Yet forty Years to wander in the Wild : Or if it be , may Moses live at least To lead you to the Verge of promis'd Rest. Tho' Poets are not Prophets , to foreknow What Plants will take the Blite , and what will grow , By tracing Heav'n his Footsteps may be found : Behold ! how awfully He walks the round ! God is abroad , and wondrous in his ways , The Rise of Empires , and their Fall surveys ; More ( might I say ) than with an usual Eye , He sees his bleeding Church in Ruine lye , And hears the Souls of Saints beneath his Altar cry . Already has he lifted high , the e Sign Which Crown'd the Conquering Arms of Constantine : The f Moon grows pale at that presaging sight , And half her Train of Stars have lost their Light. Behold another g Sylvester , to bless The Sacred Standard and secure Success ; Large of his Treasures , of a Soul so great , As fills and crowds his Universal Seat. Now view at home a h second Constantine ; ( The former too , was of the Brittish Line ) Has not his healing Balm your Breaches clos'd , Whose Exile many sought , and few oppos'd ? Or , did not Heav'n by its Eternal Doom Permit those Evils , that this Good might come ? So manifest , that ev'n the Moon-ey'd Sects See Whom and What this Providence protects . Methinks , had we within our Minds no more Than that One Shipwrack on the Fatal i Ore , That only thought may make us think again , What Wonders God reserves for such a Reign . To dream that Chance his Preservation wrought ; Were to think Noah was preserv'd for nought ; Or the Surviving Eight were not design'd To people Earth , and to restore their Kind . When humbly on the Royal Babe we gaze , The Manly Lines of a Majestick face Give awful joy : 'T is Paradise to look On the fair Frontispiece of Nature's Book ; If the first opening Page so charms the sight , Think how th' unfolded Volume will delight ! See how the Venerable Infant lyes In early Pomp ; how through the Mother's Eyes The Father's Soul , with an undaunted view Looks out , and takes our Homage as his due . See on his future Subjects how He smiles , Nor meanly flatters , nor with craft beguiles ; But with an open face , as on his Throne , Assures our Birthrights , and assumes his own . Born in broad Day-light , that th' ungrateful Rout May find no room for a remaining doubt : Truth , which it self is light , does darkness shun , And the true Eaglet safely dares the Sun. k Fain wou'd the Fiends have made a dubious birth , Loth to confess the Godhead cloath'd in Earth . But sickned after all their baffled lyes , To find an Heir apparent of the Skyes : Abandon'd to despair , still may they grudge , And owning not the Saviour , prove the Judge . Not Great l Aeneas stood in plainer Day , When , the dark mantling Mist dissolv'd away , He to the Tyrians shew'd his sudden face , Shining with all his Goddess Mother's Grace : For She her self had made his Count'nance bright , Breath'd honour on his eyes , and her own Purple Light. If our Victorious m Edward , as they say , Gave Wales a Prince on that Propitious Day , Why may not Years revolving with his Fate Produce his Like , but with a longer Date ? One who may carry to a distant shore The Terrour that his Fam'd Forefather bore . But why shou'd Iames or his Young Hero stay For slight Presages of a Name or Day ▪ We need no Edward's Fortune to adorn That happy moment when our Prince was born : Our Prince adorns his Day , and Ages hence Shall with his Birth-day for some future Prince . n Great Michael , Prince of all th' Aetherial Hosts , And what e're In-born Saints our Britain boasts ; And thou , th' o adopted Patron of our Isle , With chearful Aspects on this Infant smile : The Pledge of Heav'n , which dropping from above , Secures our Bliss , and reconciles his Love. Enough of Ills our dire Rebellion wrought , When , to the Dregs , we drank the bitter draught ; Then airy Atoms did in Plagues conspire , Nor did th' avenging Angel yet retire , But purg'd our still encreasing Crimes with Fire . Then perjur'd Plots , the still impending Test , And worse ; but Charity conceals the Rest : Here stop the Current of the sanguine flood , Require not , Gracious God , thy Martyrs Blood ; But let their dying pangs , their living toyl , Spread a Rich Harvest through their Native Soil : A Harvest ripening for another Reign , Of which this Royal Babe may reap the Grain . Enough of Early Saints one Womb has giv'n ; Enough encreas'd the Family of Heav'n : Let them for his , and our Attonement go ; And Reigning blest above , leave him to Rule below . Enough already has the Year foreslow'd His wonted Course , the Seas have overflow'd , The Meads were floated with a weeping Spring , And frighten'd birds in Woods forgot to sing ; The Strong-limb'd Steed beneath his harness faints , And the same shiv'ring sweat his Lord attaints . When will the Minister of Wrath give o're ? Behold him ; at p Araunah's threshing-floor . He stops , and seems to sheath his flaming brand ; Pleas'd with burnt Incense , from our David's hand . David has bought the Iebusites abode , And rais'd an Altar to the Living God. Heav'n , to reward him , make his Joys sincere ; No future Ills , nor Accidents appear To sully and pollute the Sacred Infant 's Year . Five Months to Discord and Debate were giv'n : He sanctifies the yet remaining Sev'n . Sabbath of Months ! henceforth in Him be blest , And prelude to the Realms perpetual Rest ! Let his Baptismal Drops for us attone ; Lustrations for q Offences not his own . Let Conscience , which is Int'rest ill disguis'd , In the same Font be cleans'd , and all the Land Baptiz'd . r Un nam'd as yet ; at least unknown to Fame : Is there a strife in Heav'n about his Name ? Where every Famous Predecessour vies , And makes a Faction for it in the Skies ? Or must it be reserv'd to thought alone ? Such was the Sacred s Tetragrammation . Things worthy silence must not be reveal'd ▪ Thus the true Name of t Rome was kept conceal'd , To shun the Spells , and Sorceries of those Who durst her Infant Majesty oppose . But when his tender strength in time shall rise To dare ill Tongues , and fascinating Eyes ; This Isle , which hides the little Thund'rer's Fame , Shall be too narrow to contain his Name : Th' Artillery of Heav'n shall make him known ; u Crete cou'd not hold the God , when Iove was grown . As Ioves x Increase , who from his Brain was born , Whom Arms and Arts did equally adorn , Free of the Breast was bred , whose milky taste Minerva's Name to Venus had debas'd ; So this Imperial Babe rejects the Food That mixes Monarchs with Plebeian blood : Food that his inborn Courage might controul , Extinguish all the Father in his Soul , And , for his Estian Race , and Saxon Strain , Might re-produce some second Richard's Reign . Mildness he shares from both his Parents blood , But Kings too tame are despicably good : Be this the Mixture of this Regal Child , By Nature Manly , but by Virtue Mild. Thus far the Furious Transport of the News , Had to Prophetick Madness fir'd the Muse ; Madness ungovernable , uninspir'd , Swift to foretel whatever she desir'd ; Was it for me the dark Abyss to tread , And read the Book which Angels cannot read ? How was I punish'd when the y sudden blast , The Face of Heav'n , and our young Sun o'recast ! Fame , the swift Ill , encreasing as she rowl'd , Disease , Despair , and Death , at three reprises told : At three insulting strides she stalk'd the Town , And , like Contagion , struck the Loyal down . Down fell the winnow'd Wheat ; but mounted high , The Whirl-wind bore the Chaff , and hid the Sky . Here black Rebellion shooting from below ( As Earth's z Gigantick brood by moments grow ) And here the Sons of God are petrify'd with Woe : An Appoplex of Grief ! so low were driv'n The Saints , as hardly to defend their Heav'n . As , when pent Vapours run their hollow round , Earth-quakes , which are Convulsions of the ground , Break bellowing forth , and no Confinement brook , Till the Third settles , what the Former shook ; Such heavings had our Souls ; till slow and late , Our life with his return'd , and Faith prevail'd on Fate . By Prayers the mighty Blessing was implor'd , To Pray'rs was granted ▪ and by Pray'rs restor'd . So e're the a Shunamite a Son conceiv'd , The Prophet promis'd , and the Wife believ'd , A Son was sent , the Son so much desir'd , But soon upon the Mother's Knees expir'd . The troubled Seer approach'd the mournful Door , Ran , pray'd , and sent his Past'ral-Staff before , Then stretch'd his Limbs upon the Child , and mourn'd , Till Warmth , and breath , and a new Soul return'd . Thus Mercy stretches out her hand , and saves Desponding Peter sinking in the Waves . As when a sudden Storm of Hail and Rain Beats to the ground the yet unbearded Grain , Think not the hopes of Harvest are destroy'd On the flat Field , and on the naked void ; The light , unloaded stem , from tempest free'd , Will raise the youthful honours of his head ; And , soon restor'd by native vigour , bear The timely product of the bounteous Year . Nor yet conclude all fiery Trials past , For Heav'n will exercise us to the last ; Sometimes will check us in our full carreer , With doubtful blessings , and with mingled fear ; That , still depending on his daily Grace , His every mercy for an alms may pass . With sparing hands will Dyet us to good ; Preventing Surfeits of our pamper'd blood . So feeds the Mother-bird her craving young , With little Morsels , and delays 'em long . True , this last blessing was a Royal Feast , But , where 's the Wedding Garment on the Guest ? Our Manners , as Religion were a Dream , Are such as teach the Nations to Blaspheme . In Lusts we wallow , and with Pride we swell , And Injuries , with Injuries repell ; Prompt to Revenge , not daring to forgive , Our Lives unteach the Doctrine we believe ; Thus Israel Sin'd , impenitently hard , And vainly thought the b present Ark their Guard ; But when the haughty Philistims appear , They fled abandon'd , to their Foes , and fear ; Their God was absent , though his Ark was there . Ah! left our Crimes shou'd snatch this Pledge away , And make our Joys the blessing of a day ! For we have sin'd him hence , and that he lives , God to his promise , not our practice gives . Our Crimes wou'd soon weigh down the guilty Scale , But Iames , and Mary , and the Church prevail . Nor c Amaleck can rout the Chosen Bands , While Hur and Aaron hold up Moses hands . By living well , let us secure his days , Mod'rate in hopes , and humble in our ways . No force the Free-born Spirit can constrain , But Charity , and great Examples gain . Forgiveness is our thanks , for such a day ; 'T is Godlike , God in his own Coyn to pay . But you , Propitious Queen , translated here , From your mild Heav'n , to rule our rugged Sphere , Beyond the Sunny walks , and circling Year . You , who your Native Clymate have berest Of all the Virtues , and the Vices left ; Whom Piety , and Beauty make their boast , Though Beautiful is well in Pious lost ; So lost , as Star-light is dissolv'd away , And melts into the brightness of the day ; Or Gold about the Regal Diadem , Lost to improve the lustre of the Gem. What can we add to your Triumphant Day ? Let the Great Gift the beauteous Giver pay . For shou'd our thanks awake the rising Sun , And lengthen , as his latest shaddows run , That , tho' the longest day , wou'd soon , too soon be done Let Angels voices , with their harps conspire , But keep th' auspicious Infant from the Quire ; Late let him sing above , and let us know No sweeter Musick , than his Cryes below . Nor can I wish to you , Great Monarch more Than such an annual Income to your store , The Day , which gave this Vnit , did not shine For a less Omen , than to fill the Trine . After a Prince , an Admiral beget , The Royal Sov'raign wants an Anchor yet . Our Isle has younger Titles still in store , And when th' exhausted Land can yield no more , Your Line can force them from a Foreign shore . The Name of Great , your Martial mind will sute , But Justice , is your Darling Attribute : Of all the Greeks , 't was but d one Hero's due , And , in him , Plutarch Prophecy'd of you . A Prince's favours but on few can fall , But Justice is a Virtue shar'd by all . Some Kings the name of Conq'rours have assum'd , Some to be Great , some to be Gods presum'd ; But boundless pow'r , and arbitrary Lust Made Tyrants still abhor the Name of Just ; They shun'd the praise this Godlike Virtue gives , And fear'd a Title , that reproach'd their Lives . The Pow'r from which all Kings derive their state , Whom they pretend , at least , to imitate , Is equal both to punish and reward ; For few wou'd love their God , unless they fear'd . Resistless Force and Immortality Make but a Lame , Imperfect Deity : Tempests have force unbounded to destroy , And Deathless Being ev'n the Damn'd enjoy , And yet Heav'ns Attributes , both last and first , One without life , and one with life accurst ; But Justice is Heav'ns self , so strictly He , That cou'd it fail , the God-head cou'd not be . This Virtue is your own : but Life and State Are One to Fortune subject , One to Fate : Equal to all , you justly frown or smile , Nor Hopes , nor Fears your steady Hand beguile ; Your self our Ballance hold , the Worlds , our Isle . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A36608-e300 a Whit-Sunday . b Trinity-Sunday . c Alluding only to the Common-wealth Party , here and in other places of the Poem . d Rev. 12. v. 4. e The Cross. f The Crescent , which the Turks bear for their Arms. g The Pope in the time of Constantine the Great , alluding to the present Pope . h K. James the Second . i The Lemmon Ore. k Alluding to the Temptations in the Wilderness . l Virg. Aeneid . I. m Edw. the black Prince , Born on Trinity-Sunday . n The Motto of the Poem explain'd . o St. George . p Alluding to the passage in the 1. Book of Kings , Ch. 24. v. 20th . q Original Sin. r The Prince Christen'd , but not nam'd . s Jehovah , or the name of God unlawful to be pronounc'd by the Jews . t Some Authors say , That the true name of Rome was kept a secret ; ne hostes incantamentis Deos elicerent . u Candie where Jupiter was born and bred secretly . x Pallas , or Minerva ; said by the Poets , to have been bred up by Hand . y The sudden false Report of the Prince's Death . z Those Gyants are feign'd to have grown 15 Ells every day . a In the second Book of Kings , Chap. 4th . b Sam. 4th . v. 10th . c Exod. 17. v. 8th . d Aristides , see his Life in Plutarch .