Mid the low murmurs of fubmissive fear And mingled rage, My Hampden rais'd his voice, And to the laws appeal'd; the laws no more In judgment fate, behov'd some other ear; 1015 When instant from the keen resentive North, By long oppreffion, by religion rous'd, The guardian-army came. Beneath its wing Was call'd, tho' meant to furnish hostile aid, The more than Roman senate. There a flame 1020 Broke out that clear'd, consum'd, renew'd the land. In deep emotion hurl'd, nor Greece, nor Rome, Indignant bursting from a tyrant's chain, While, full of Me, each agitated foul Strung every nerve, and flam'd in every eye, 1025 Had e'er beheld such light and heat combin'd! Such heads and heart! fuch dreadful zeal, led on By calm majeftic Wisdom, taught its course What nuisance to devour; such wisdom fir'd With unabating zeal, and aim'd fincere To clear the weedy state, restore the laws, And for the future to fecure their sway. This, then, the purpose of My mildest sons; But man is blind. A nation once inflam'd (Chief should the breath of factious Fury blow, 1035 With the wild rage of mad enthusiast swell'd) Not easy cools again. From breast to breast, From eye to eye, the kindling paffions mix In heightened blaze, and, ever wife and just, 1030 1041 High Heaven to gracious ends directs the storm. 1051 1055 Of hungry courtiers, ravenous for prey, 1660 To blind a-new the land, the constant need * At the Restoration. + Charles II. Court of Wards. By fubtle arts, dissimulation deep; And pleasing manners, fitted to deceive. At last subsided the delirious joy, 1070 On whose high billow, from the faintly reign, 1080 Mild was, at first, and half asham'd, the check Of fenates, shook from the fantastic dream 1090 Which slaves would blush to own, and which, reduc'd * Dunkirk. + The war, in conjunction with France, against the Dutch. + A ftanding army, raised without the consent of parliament. To practice, always honest Nature shock. Of Tyranny disclos'd, nor trampled laws, 1100 Nor feiz'd each badge of Freedom * thro' the land, 1105 1110 1116 To spring. Straight from his country Europe sav'd, * The charters of corporations. + James. II, By demons rous'd, and bade the lifted winds*, See! wide alive, the foaming Channel + bright * The Prince of Orange, in his passage to England, tho' his fleet had been at first dispersed by a storm, was afterwards extremely favoured by several changes of wind. + Rapin, in his hiftory of England. The third of November the fleet entered the Channel, and lay by between Calais and Dover, to stay for the ships that were behind. Here the Prince called a council of war. It is easy to imagine what a glorious show the fleet made. Five or fix hundred ships in so narrow a channel, and both the English and French shores covered with numberless spectators, are no common fight. For my part, who was then on board the fleet, I own it struck me extremely. † The Prince placed himself in the main body, carrying a flag with English colours, and their Highnesses' arms furrounded with this motto, The Protestant keligion and the liberties of England, and underneath the motto of the house of Nafflau. Je maintiendras, I will maintain. Rapin. The English fleet, + The King's army. |