THRENODIA AUGUSTALIS. THUS I. HUS long my grief has kept me dumb: And petrify with grief. Our British heaven was all serene, Not the least wrinkle to deform the sky; We slept securely, and we dreamt of more; The amazing news of Charles at once were spread, At once the general voice declared, An unexpected burst of woes, t Should sink beneath his heavenly weight, Should gape immense, and, rushing down, o'er whelm this nether ball; So swift and so surprising was our fear: II. His pious brother, sure the best And, with a fervent flame, His usual morning vows had just addrest, And hoped to have them heard, In long increase of years, In honour, fame, and wealth: Guiltless of greatness, thus he always prayed, + Note 1. *Alluding to the fable of Hercules supporting the heavenly sphere when Atlas was fatigued. Soon as the ill-omen'd rumour reached his ear, Mute and magnificent, without a tear; But looked so ghastly in a brother's fate, Amidst his sad attendants' groans and cries, Are able to adorn so vast a woe: The grief of all the rest like subject-grief did show, III. O wondrous changes of a fatal scene, Heaven, though its hard decree was past, 3 Heaven half repented of the doom, And almost grieved it had foreseen, What by foresight it willed eternally to come. Mercy above did hourly plead For her resemblance here below; And mild forgiveness intercede To stop the coming blow. New miracles approached the etherial throne, Himself defending what he could, From all the glories of his future fate. With him the innumerable crowd Of armed prayers Knocked at the gates of heaven, and knocked aloud; The first well-meaning rude petitioners. * All for his life assailed the throne, All would have bribed the skies by offering up their own. So great a throng, not heaven itself could bar; Five days, those five degrees, were lent, To form our patience, and prepare the event. ‡ The second causes took the swift command, The medicinal head, the ready hand, All eager to perform their part; † All but eternal doom was conquered by their art: * A very ill-timed sarcasm on those, who petitioned Charles to call his parliament. See p. 311. 2 Kings, chap. xx. + Note II. Once more the fleeting soul came back And in the body took a doubtful stand, Doubtful and hovering, like expiring flame, That mounts and falls by turns, and trembles o'er the brand. IV. The joyful short-lived news soon spread around,* Took the same train, the same impetuous bound: The drooping town in smiles again was drest, Gladness in every face exprest, Their eyes before their tongues confest. Men met each other with erected look, The steps were higher that they took; Friends to congratulate their friends made haste, And long inveterate foes saluted as they past. Above the rest heroic James appeared, Exalted more, because he more had feared. His manly heart, whose noble pride Was still above Dissembled hate, or varnished love, Its more than common transport could not hide; But like an eagre † rode in triumph o'er the tide. * Note III. An eagre is a tide swelling above another tide, which I have myself observed in the river Trent.-DRYDEN. This species of combat between the current and the tide is well known on the Severn; and, so far back as the days of William of Malmesbury, was called the Higre. Unhappy is the vessel, says that ancient historian, on whom its force falls laterally. De Gestis Pontificum, Lib. IV.---Drayton describes the same river, With whose tumultuous waves, Shut up in narrower bounds, the Higre wildly raves, And on the angry front the curled foam doth bring, The billows 'gainst the bank when fiercely it doth fling, |