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Through this thy empire range, like world's bright eye,
That once each year surveys all earth and sky;
Now glances on the slow and resty Bears,
Then turns to dry the weeping Auster's tears;
Hurries to both the poles, and moveth even
In the infigur'd circle of the heaven.

O! long, long haunt these bounds, which by thy sight
Have now regain'd their former heat and light.
Here grow green woods, here silver brooks do glide,
Here meadows stretch them out with painted pride;
Embroid'ring all the banks, here hills aspire

To crown their heads with the ethereal fire;

Hills, bulwarks of our freedom, giant walls,

Which never friends did slight, nor sword made thralls:
Each circling flood to Thetis tribute pays,

Men here, in health, outlive old Nestor's days:
Grim Saturn yet amongst our rocks remains,
Bound in our caves, with many metal'd chains :
Bulls haunt our shades, like Leda's lover, white,
Which yet might breed Pasiphae delight;
Our flocks fair fleeces bear, with which, for sport,
Endymion of old the moon did court;

High-palmed harts amidst our forests run,

And, not impell'd, the deep-mouth'd hounds do shun;
The rough-foot hare safe in our bushes shrouds,
And long-wing'd hawks do perch amidst our clouds.
The wanton wood-nymphs of the verdant spring,
Blue, golden, purple flow'rs shall to thee bring;
Pomona's fruits the Panisks, Thetis' gyrles
Thy Thule's amber, with the ocean pearls

F

The Tritons, herdsmen of the glassy field,

Shall give thee what far-distant shores can yield ;*
The Serean fleeces, Erythrean gems,

Waste Plata's silver, gold of Peru streams,
Antarctic parrots, Ethiopian plumes,
Sabæan odours, myrrh, and sweet perfumes :
And I myself, wrapt in a watchet gown
Of reeds and lilies, on mine head a crown,
Shall incense to thee burn, green altars raise,
And yearly sing due Pæans to thy praise.

Ah! why should Isis only see thee shine?
Is not thy Forth, as well as Isis, thinę?
Though Isis vaunt she hath more wealth in store,
Let it suffice thy Forth doth love thee more:
Though she for beauty may compare with Seine,
For swans and sea-nymphs with imperial Rheine;
Yet, for the title may be claim'd in thee,

Nor she, nor all the world, can match with me.
Now, when, by honour drawn, thou shalt away
To her, already jealous of thy stay;
When in her amorous arms she doth thee fold,
And dries thy dewy hairs with hers of gold,
Much asking of thy fare, much of thy sport,
Much of thine absence, long, howe'er so short,
And chides, perhaps, thy coming to the North,
Loath not to think on thy much-loving Forth:
Oh! love these bounds, where, of thy royal stem,
More than an hundred wore a diadem.
So ever gold and bays thy brows adorn,
So never time may see thy race out-worn;

So of thine own still may'st thou be desir'd,
Of strangers fear'd, redoubted, and admir'd ;
So memory thee praise, so precious hours
May character thy name in starry flow'rs;
So may thy high exploits at last make even
With earth thy empire, glory with the heaven!

SPEECHES

TO THE

HIGH AND EXCELLENT PRINCE CHARLES,

KING OF GREAT BRITAIN, FRANCE, AND IRELAND,

AT HIS ENTERING HIS CITY OF EDINBURGH.

Delivered from the Pageant, the 15th of June, 1633.

*The title stands thus in the edition of 1633:

"The Entertainment of the High and Mighty Monarch Charles, King of Great Britaine, France, and Ireland, into his auncient and royall City of Edinburgh, the fifteenth of Iune, 1633. - Printed at Edinburgh by John Wreettoun, 1633."

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