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TO HIS SACRED
MAJESTY,
A
PANEGYRICK
ON HIS
CORONATION.
IN that wild Deluge where the World was drown'd,
When Life and Sin one common Tomb had found,
The first small prospect of a rising hill
With various notes of Joy the Ark did fill:
Yet when that Floud in its own depths was drown'd
It left behind it false and slipp'ry ground;
And the more solemn pomp was still deferr'd
Till new-born Nature in fresh looks appear'd:
When Life and Sin one common Tomb had found,
The first small prospect of a rising hill
With various notes of Joy the Ark did fill:
Yet when that Floud in its own depths was drown'd
It left behind it false and slipp'ry ground;
And the more solemn pomp was still deferr'd
Till new-born Nature in fresh looks appear'd:
Thus
