As Noble  spoke, and form'd his Tale,
In such pathetick Words, as must prevail;
The King observ'd, with an intensive View,
Then starting from his Seat, cry'd  it is you;
Those graceful Looks, and that dear faithful Voice,
In which my Youth, with Pleasure, did rejoyce:
Quick to my Arms, my constant Wish restore,
And Fate shall never, never part us more.
Who can express the Joy in every Face,
When they beheld him kneel, and saw the King embrace!
The Courtier's Flock, he's circled in the Crowd,
Of those who strive to speak their Welcome loud;
Soon to his wond'ring Son, the Story's told,
How in the  their Father they behold:
In Silence they their inward Joys suppress,
Blush they no sooner knew their Happiness.
sunk with Shame, when Reflection brought
His Father's sharp Reproach to his revolving Thought.
Soul was to that Calmness grown,
That he forgave the Ills design'd, and those un:
With Tears, the worthy kneeling Heroe rais'd,
And to the King their Deeds and Virtue prais'd.
To make the Earls returning Joy compleat,
A Victory they gain, with Wealth and Honour great;
They lead in Triumph, the long suff'ring Lord,
And he's to thrice his former Wealth restor'd.
The News to  Fame conveys,
And soon as that, she's begg'd to cross the Seas:
The Kings own Yatch attends on her Command,
With all the Greatness of the  Land.
here, sees Fortune's smoothest Brow,
Great in her Birth, as in her Marriage now;
Of all her Ills, wrong'd  might bemoan,
He the chief Notice took, of this alone,
That she was branded mean, because unknown.
To the Earl Marshal, this said, he declare,
Let him not still dispise his charming Heir:
Tell him the Blood the Female Side supplies,
Does from as old and great a Fountain rise:
The haughty Marshal, does from her receive,
The wond'rous News, which they with Joy be,
They all congratulate, then she takes her leave.
The Bark is driven by auspicious Gales,
And prosperous Winds fill all the swelling Sails;
Safely she's landed in her Father's Arms,
Adds to the Court, with her Superiour Charms.
Now Feasts and Joy, throughout the Realm a,
Revels and Masks make up the circling Round:
Thus they forget the Tempests they have past,
And thus Heroick Virtue's crown'd at last.