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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457169" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Presented To The King, At His Arrival In Holland, After The Discovery Of The Conspiracy. 1696</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457169" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ye careful Angels, whom eternal Fate<br>Ordains, on Earth and human Acts to wait;<br>Who turn with secret Pow'r this restless Ball,<br>And bid predestin'd Empires rise and fall:<br>Your sacred Aid religious Monarchs own;<br>When first They merit, then ascend the Throne:<br>But Tyrants dread Ye, lest your just Decree<br>Transfer the Pow'r, and set the People free:<br>See rescu'd Britain at your Altars bow:<br>And hear her Hymns your happy Care avow:<br>That still her Axes and her Rods support<br>The Judge's Frown, and grace the awful Court:<br>That Law with all her pompous Terror stands,<br>To wrest the Dagger from the Traitor's Hands;<br>And rigid Justice reads the fatal Word;<br>Poises the Ballance first, then draws the Sword.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457169" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Britain Her Safety to your Guidance owns,<br>That She can sep'rate Parricides from Sons;<br>That, impious Rage disarm'd, She lives and Reigns,<br>Her Freedom kept by Him, who broke Her Chains.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457169" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And Thou, great Minister, above the rest<br>Of Guardian Spirits, be Thou for ever blest:<br>Thou, who of old wert sent to Israel's Court,<br>With secret Aid great David's strong Support;<br>To mock the frantick Rage of cruel Saul;<br>And strike the useless Jav'lin to the Wall.<br>Thy later Care o'er William's Temples held,<br>On Boyn's propitious Banks, the heav'nly Shield;<br>When Pow'r Divine did Sov'reign Right declare;<br>And Cannons mark'd, Whom They were bid to spare.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457169" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Still, blessed Angel, be thy Care the same;<br>Be William's Life untouch'd, as is his Fame:<br>Let Him own Thine, as Britain owns His Hand:<br>Save Thou the King, as He has sav'd the Land.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457169" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We Angels Forms in pious Monarchs view:<br>We reverence William; for He acts like You;<br>Like You, Commission'd to chastize and bless,<br>He must avenge the World, and give it Peace.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457169" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Indulgent Fate our potent Pray'r receives;<br>And still Britannia smiles, and William lives:<br>The Hero dear to Earth, by Heav'n belov'd,<br>By Troubles must be vex'd, by Dangers prov'd:<br>His Foes must aid to make his Fame compleat,<br>And fix his Throne secure on their Defeat.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457169" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So, tho' with sudden Rage the Tempest comes; <br>Tho' the Winds roar; and tho' the Water foams;<br>Imperial Britain on the Sea looks down,<br>And smiling sees her Rebel Subject frown:<br>Striking her Cliff the Storm confirms her Pow'r:<br>The Waves but whiten her Triumphant Shore:<br>In vain They wou'd advance, in vain retreat:<br>Broken They dash, and perish at her Feet.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457169" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For William still new Wonders shall be shown:<br>The Pow'rs that rescu'd, shall preserve the Throne.<br>Safe on his Darling Britain's joyful Sea,<br>Behold, the Monarch plows his liquid Way:<br>His Fleets in Thunder thro' the World declare,<br>Whose Empire they obey, whose Arms they bear.<br>Bless'd by aspiring Winds He finds the Strand<br>Blacken'd with Crowds; He sees the Nations stand<br>Blessing his Safety, proud of his Command.<br>In various Tongues He hears the Captains dwell<br>On their great Leader's Praise: by Turns They tell,<br>And listen, each with emulous Glory fir'd,<br>How William conquer'd, and how France retir'd;<br>How Belgia freed the Hero's Arm confess'd,<br>But trembl'd for the Courage which She blest.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457169" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O Louis, from this great Example know,<br>To be at once a Hero, and a Foe:<br>By sounding Trumpets, Hear, and ratl'ing Drums,<br>When William to the open Vengeance comes:<br>And See the Soldier plead the Monarch's Right,<br>Heading His Troops, and Foremost in the Fight.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457169" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Hence then, close Ambush and perfidious War,<br>Down to your Native Seats of Night repair.<br>And Thou, Bellona, weep thy cruel Pride<br>Restrain'd, behind the Victor's Chariot ty'd<br>In brazen Knots, and everlasting Chains.<br>(So Europe's Peace, so William's Fate ordains.)<br>While on the Iv'ry Chair, in happy State<br>He sits, Secure in Innocence, and Great<br>In regal Clemency; and views beneath<br>Averted Darts of Rage, and pointless Arms of Death.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Matthew+Prior">Matthew Prior</a></strong></div>