When the King Enjoys His Own Again
What Booker can prognosticate,
or speak of our Kingdom's present state?
I think my self to be as wise,
as he that most looks in the Skies:
My Skill goes beyond the depth of the Pond,
or Rivers in the greatest Rain
By the which I can tell, that all things will be well,
When the King comes Home in Peace again.
There is no Astrologer then I say
can search more deep in this than I,
To give a reason from the Stars,
what causeth Peace or civil Wars;
The Man in the Moon may wear out his shoone
in running after Charles' Wain.
But all to no end, for the times they will mend,
When the King comes Home in Peace again.
Though for a time you see Whitehall
with Cobwebs hanging over all,
Instead of Silk and Silver brave,
as formerly it used to have;
In every Room, the sweet Perfume,
delightfull for that Princely Train;
The which you shall see, when the time it shall be,
That the King comes Home in Peace again.
Till then upon Ararat's hill,
my Hope shall cast her Anchor still,
Until I see some Peaceful Dove
bring Home that Branch which I do Love,
Still will I wait till the Waters abate,
which most disturbs my troubled Brain;
For I'll never rejoyce, till I hear the Voice,
That the King comes Home in Peace again.
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