His eyes, upon his native palace bent,
Close by, suggest a greater argument.
His thoughts rise higher, when he does reflect
On what the world may from that star expect
Which at his birth appear’d, to let us see
Day, for his sake, could with the night agree; 130
A prince, on whom such diff’rent lights did smile,
Born the divided world to reconcile!
Whatever Heaven, or high extracted blood
Could promise, or foretell, he will make good;
Reform these nations, and improve them more,
Than this fair park, from what it was before.
 See ‘Macaulay.’  Pall Mall derived
its name from a particular game at bowls, in which
Charles II. excelled.
 ‘Prelate’: Cardinal Wolsey.  ‘Antique pile’: Westminster Abbey.  ‘House’: House of Commons.  ‘Hall’: Westminster Hall.  ‘Palace’: St. James’s Palace, where Charles II. was born.  ’Birth appeared ’: it seems a new star appeared in the heavens at
the birth of the king.
OF HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, MOTHER TO THE PRINCE OF ORANGE;
AND OF HER PORTRAIT, WRITTEN BY THE LATE DUCHESS OF YORK, WHILE SHE
LIVED WITH HER.
Heroic nymph! in tempests the support,
In peace the glory of the British Court!
Into whose arms the church, the state, and all
That precious is, or sacred here, did fall.
Ages to come, that shall your bounty hear,
Will think you mistress of the Indies were;
Though straiter bounds your fortunes did confine,
In your large heart was found a wealthy mine;
Like the bless’d oil, the widow’s lasting feast,
Your treasure, as you pour’d it out, increased. 10
While some your beauty, some your bounty sing,
Your native isle does with your praises ring;
But, above all, a nymph of your own train
Gives us your character in such a strain,
As none but she, who in that Court did dwell,
Could know such worth, or worth describe so well.
So while we mortals here at heaven do guess,
And more our weakness, than the place, express,
Some angel, a domestic there, comes down,
And tells the wonders he hath seen and known. 20
 ‘Prince of Orange’: Mary, Princess
of Orange, and sister to Charles
 ‘Train’: Lady Anne Hyde, daughter of the Earl of Clarendon, and
afterwards Duchess of York, and mother of Queen Mary and Queen Anne.
Great Queen! that does our island bless
With princes and with palaces;
Treated so ill, chased from your throne,
Returning you adorn the Town;
And, with a brave revenge, do show
Their glory went and came with you.
While peace from hence and you were gone,
Your houses in that storm o’erthrown,
Those wounds which civil rage did give,
At once you pardon, and relieve. 10