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globes2of light which grace
expansion3, when they leave their place,
Or hide their radiant heads, we
Their place and splendency’s supplied by number5.
But should the sun forsake the
Then total Nature would be
Just so’s our case since royal Charles did die;
In horrid, trembling trances now we lie.
Asoph8may her sparkling splendor hide
Four hundred years, yet we no change abide;
And if sad
Electra9may her beauties turn
Away from us, yet none but
But if the sun in darkness be
Old Nature’s fabric would be soon dissolved.
E’en so (ay me) since sacred
Our spirits exhale in sighs; we turn to earth.
oviparous brothers13, so adored
By navigators, would be deplored
By none but them, nor do we care or
The one, or both of them, at once appear;
But if the sun should lose his heat and light
We should invaded be with Death and Night.
So since our martyred sovereign’s spirit’s fled,
Our light and life, our hopes and joys, are dead.
Nay, should the
poles or axes of the sky15
Their radiant luster unto us deny,
Cynthia16cease to wane or to increase,
We should subsist; t’would not disturb our peace.
But should we lose the influence of the sun
chaos17instantly would run.
So since our king’s above—in
Anarchical confusion doth surround
devils20here will dwell,
anciently21, and turn this place to hell.
Unless our God doth a
second Charles illustrate22,
(Which, O deny not!) all our hopes are frustrate.