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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408520" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Upon the Kings happy return from Scotland</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So breaks the day when the returning Sun <br>Hath newly through his Winter Tropick run, <br>As You (Great Sir!) in this regress come forth <br>From the remoter Climate of the North. <br>To tell You now what cares, what fears we past, <br>What Clouds of sorrow did the land ore-cast, <br>Were lost, but unto such as have been there <br>Where the absented Sun benights the year: <br>Or have those Countreys traveld which nere feel <br>The warmth and vertue of his flaming wheel. <br>How happy yet were we! that when you went, <br>You left within your Kingdomes firmament <br>A Partner-Light, whose lustre may despise <br>The nightly glimm'ring Tapers of the skies, <br>Your peerless Queen; and at each hand a Starre <br>Whose hopeful beams from You enkindled are. <br>Though (to say truth) the light which they could bring <br>Serv'd but to lengthen out our evening. <br>Heavens greater lamps illumine it; each spark <br>Adds onely this, to make the sky less dark. <br>Nay She who is the glory of her sex <br>Did sadly droop for lack of Your reflex: <br>Oft did She her fair brow in loneness shrowd, <br>And dimly shone, like Venus in a cloud. <br>Now are those gloomy mists dry'd up by You, <br>As the Worlds eye scatters the Ev'ning dew: <br>And You bring home that blessing to the land <br>Which absence made us rightly understand. <br>Here may You henceforth stay! there need no charms <br>To hold You, but the circle of her arms, <br>Whose fruitful love yields You a rich increase, <br>Seales of Your joy, and of the kingdomes peace. <br>O may those precious pledges fixe You here, <br>And You grow old within that chrystall Sphere! <br>Pardon this bold detention. Else our love <br>Will meerly an officious trouble prove. <br>Each busie minute tells us as it flies, <br>That there are better objects for your eyes. <br>To them let us leave you, whil'st we go pray, <br>Raising this triumph to a Holy-day. <br>And may that soul the Churches blessing want; <br>May his content be short, his comforts scant, <br>Whose Bosom-Altar does no incense burn, <br>In thankful sacrifice for your return.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+King">Henry King</a><div class=q>
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As You (Great Sir!) in this regress come forth 
From the remoter Climate of the North. 
To tell You now what cares, what fears we past, 
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