What Fate decreed, Time now ha's made us see A Renovation of the West by Thee. That Preternaturall Fever, which did threat Death to our Countrey, now hath lost his heat: And calmes succeeding, we perceive no more Th' unequall Pulse to beat, as heretofore. Something there yet remaines for Thee to do; Then reach those ends that thou wast destin'd to. Go on with Sylla's Fortune; let thy Fate Make Thee like Him, this, that way fortunate, Apollos Image side with Thee to blesse Thy Warre (discreetly made) with white successe. Meane time thy Prophets Watch by Watch shall pray; While young Charles fights, and fighting wins the day. That done, our smooth-pac't Poems all shall be Sung in the high Doxologie of Thee. Then maids shall strew Thee, and thy Curles from them Receive (with Songs) a flowrie Diadem. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHTED WINDOW by SARA TEASDALE THE BROKEN HEART by JOHN DONNE FIRST FIG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE TALENTED MAN by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED SONG TOURNAMENT: NEW STYLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |