Paul Grebners Prophecy Concerning These Times

How well could Grebner in those blind Times see!
And in these seeing-Times how blind are we?
Our New-found-Lights are lost; those squint-ey'd-elves,
And purblind Seekers, may now seek themselves;
Who have thus err'd, imagining Prediction
Of Sacred Prophesie, but some feign'd Fiction.

But we (blest Grebner!) who have still admir'd,
And look't upon thee as some Soul inspir'd;
Will hold thy Saws no longer in Suspense,
Which now w'have reach't with th' Opticks of our Sense;
Since what was once Apocalyps is known
The unridl'd Truth of Revelation.

Those two grand Champions (that trode on the Neck
Of Nations, and had Kingdoms at their Beck)
Are both extinct; and Fame can only give
A bare Relation that they once did live.

But Thou Renowned Charles, whose matchless Fate
Design'd Thee a Victim to the Peoples Hate;
(Maugre the Malice of Thy Foes) wer't hurl'd
With Hallelujahs from the wondring World,
A Conqueror o're thy doom; from whence we may
Infer, thou only livd'st, we di'd that day.

And now look back, look back, and have recourse,
From whence these streams of mischief had their sourse,
Whiles those promiscuous Hodg-podg-powers oppose,
Like high-swoln floods that River whence they rose.
The Eagle thus dislodg'd; a Wren-like race
Of Dunghil-Dors soon pierch't up in His place.
And Lapwing-Liberty e're fledg'd takes Flight,
First hath her Champion-Earl, the next a Knight,
Whose heavy pressure hath so imp'd her Wings,
She hath lost by Consuls what she got by Kings.

And now (but Life's in Prophesie) we might
Die, and despair to see thy Second Light,
Great Charles who like the Bridegroom of the day,
Shalt gild sad Britain with thy glorious Ray;
Whiles all those Shower-shot Mushroms, and those new
Created Brats melt like the Morning Dew;
And all those Ignes Fatui shrink and run
Like Exhalations at the Rising Sun.

This is the Wish Great King and Pious Care
Of those who piece-forth Prophesie with their Prayer;
O may Blest Grebner be added to the Small
Prophets! and prove each Line Canonical;
Whiles what in th' old Queen's Reign he did divine,
May be fulfil'd and ratifi'd in Thine:
O may'st thou Reign in thy known Realms who art
Inthron'd already in thy Peoples Heart!
O may'st thou rule! and spend thy Fame through th' whole
Earth; from the Artick to th' Antartick Pole.
Till the just World with Grebner shall maintain
Thee a mightier Monarch than brave Charlemain.