ON THE QUEEN'S RETURN FROM THE LOW COUNTRIES
by: William Cartwright
(1611-1643)
- ALLOW the
threshold, crown the posts 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 these 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.
MORE POEMS BY WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT |
|
|
|
|