The noise of Foreign Wars
The whisprings of Home-jealousies & Fears
Domestique Wranglings, Civil jars,
Has reacht the Harmonious Spheres.
And now Apollo, and the Sacred Nine
In long alliance with this Court, comand
their Envoys to complain
And with soft Musick to incline
The Hero Royall, & his Heroine
(With all the Graces of the Tongue, & Hand)
The troubles of Crowns to allay;
Nor have we toucht the Lyre in Vain!
There is a Truce, a glad Cessation for a day.

(2)
This day is our own: and our Wishes are crown’d;
We can not allow any Martiall Sound
Not the Clangor of Trumpets nor Ratling of Drumes.
Not a word of Battalions, or Fleets;
Nor of Mortars, and Bombs;
No Complaining be heard in our Streets.
No, no; a Young Prince to the Kingdom is given:
With the Voice, and the Lute
The Violin and Flute
We thank the Royall Mother, and Heaven.

(3)
Young Gloster’s the Theme! the Muses decree,
All the Studious Youth of the Land
Shall come and kiss the Smiling Infants hand;
Offering their Gifts of Ingenuitie;
Adorning his Cradle wth Flowers that grow
On the Banks of the Cam,
Of Isis and Thame
The Flowers of Rhetorique and Poesie.
Gloster is a pleasing Theme!
Gloster will make their Fancy flow,
Clear, Full, and Strong, as any Brinish Stream.

(4)
Hail! Palace Royall! We are bound to raise
Thy Turretts to the highest point of Praise
This Second Birth perpetuates thy name
May the Good Genius of the Place
Make William to succeed to Edward’s Fame;
As Learned, Pious, Wise in all his Ways:
Like Him in all things, but the shortness of his Days.
Then will we strive our Talents to Improve,
And Tribute pay of Gratitude, & Love;
And make Thee equall to the Cradle of Jove.