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A

POEM

ON THE

Present Assembling

OF THE

PARLIAMENT.

March the 6^th. 1678.

BREAK, Sacred Morn, on our expecting Isle,
And make our Albion's sullen Genius smile;
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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;