��WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT

Thou seem'st like stars to nourish fire, But O how cold is thy desire ! And like the hand upon the brass

Thou point' st at me

In mockery ;

If I come nigh

Shade-like thou'lt fly, And as the stream with murmur pass.

��. On the Queen's Return from the JLow Countries

T_J ALLOW the threshold, crown the oosts anew!

• • The day shall have its due.

Twist all our victories into one bright wreath,

On which let honour breathe ; Then throw it round the temples of our Queen ! 'Tis she that must preserve those glories green.

When greater tempests than on sea before

Received her on the shore; When she was shot at ' for the King's own good '

By legions hired to blood ; How bravely did she do, how bravely bear ! And show'd, though they durst rage, she durst not fear.

Courage was cast about her like a dress

Of solemn comeliness : A gather'd mind and an untroubled face

Did give her dangers grace : Thus, arm'd with innocence, secure they move Whose highest ' treason ' is but highest love.

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