To the KING: An ODE on his Birth Day. Thomas D'Urfey Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. R17889 D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723. New poems, consisting of satyrs, elegies, and odes together with a choice collection of the newest court songs set to musick by the best masters of the age / all written by Mr. D'Urfey. London Printed for J. Bullord ... and A. Roper ... 1690 pp. 180-183. [16],207,[1]p.

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To the KING : An ODE on his Birth Day .
CLowdy Saturnia drives her Steeds apace , Heaven-born Aurora presses to her place ; And all the new dress'd Planets of the Night , Dance their gay Measures with unusual grace , To usher in the happy Morning's Light , To usher in , &c. Now blest , Britannia , let thy Head be crown'd , Now let thy joyful Trumpets sound , Into the late enslav'd London . Augusta's Ears , The Triumphs of a Day renown'd , Beyond the Glories of all former years , A Day when eastern Kings to kneel forbore , And end the Worship they begun , Dazled with rising Glories from the British shore , No longer they ador'd the Sun , Chorus . A Day when , &c. Second Movement . The Belgick Sages saw from far , The glittering Regal Star , That blest the happy Morn , When Great Nassau was born ; They heard besides a Cherub sing , Haste , Haste , without delay , To Albion haste away , Revenge their Wrongs , and be a King , Before thy Sword , and awful frown ; Rome Pagan Gods shall tumble down : Haste to oppose , Britannia's Foes , And then to wear her Crown . And now the day is come , So dreadful to Proud Rome , The day when Gallia shakes , And Englands Genius wakes , To call her Sons to fight , And guard The Church . Eusebia's Right : Hark , hark , I heat their loud Alarms , And what was sold , for tempting Gold , Retriev'd again by Arms . Chorus . Guard , Guard Eusebia's Right , Call , call , her Sons to fight . Hark , hark , &c. Third Movement . Go on , admir'd Nassau , go on , To Fame and Victory go on , Recover Britains long lost Glory , Reflect on former Battels won , And what by English Monarchs done , In Edward's , and Great Henry's Story ; Whilst we in lofty Song , and tuneful Mirth , Each year sing loud to celebrate his Birth , Whom bounteous Heaven , with Paternal hand , Sent as a second Saviour to this groaning Land . Chorus of all . Glad Albion , let thy Joy appear , Restor'd is now thy happy State , The greatest blessings are most dear , When we atchieve 'em late . And whilst in a Jubile Triumph we sing , All Hail , Great Nassau , all Joy to the King , Let a Chorus of Thunder in the loud Consort play , To inform the vast Globe this is Cesar's Birth day .