mighty Prince! I beg thou wouldst pursue
The Thing that thou proposedst long ago.
Behold  in Ruins laid!
Perform the Vow which thou thyself hast made,
When first thou didst the  Sceptre weild,
That thou the peerless City wouldst rebuild;
That glor'ous Temple, which was once the praise
Of all the Earth, thou vowdst again to raise;
That goodly Pile by  destroy'd,
Each goodly Building now in Ashes laid,
And all the holy Vessels to restore,
As  did design long time before;
That then  Sons may bless thy Name,
And Babes unborn thy matchless Grace proclaim.
No other Thing great Prince! do I require;
No earthly Pomp or Grandeur I desire:
But if this one Request thou grant to me,
Immortal Honour thy Reward will be.