'The King returns!' the people cry; And shouts of greeting scale the sky. The news sits in each look serene; In each a common joy is seen. Our King! our light! she laughs once more, Glad Anglia, as he gains her shore. Each at the King's eyes lights his eyes; Sees new day with his face arise. You'll ask, what fears beset his way, What ills, what dangers,--we're so gay: If 'gainst his bark, that sail'd for home, The faithless billows dar'd to foam; Or if, so seldom blest, you plann'd To keep him still, Iberian land. Nor waves have wrong'd his saintly head, Nor green Iberia felt his tread. Yet think such fancies true love will-- True love, that feigns false perils still: Us such fears vex, whose hearts are stout-- True perils still true love will scout: Thus fear false perils, scorn the true, Will trusty love and brave in you. O fitly we kept cloudy brow, Because of him, as laughter now. When we could say, 'Our King's not here,' We griev'd for him, no danger near: Now our hearts can no least joy lack, When we say, laughing, 'He's come back.' A. AD PRINCIPEM NONDUM NATUM, REGINA GRAVIDA.[121] Nascere nunc, ô nunc; quid enim, puer alme, moraris? Nulla tibi dederit dulcior hora diem. Ergone tot tardos, ô lente, morabere menses? Rex redit; ipse veni, et dic, bone, gratus ades. Nam quid ave nostrum? quid nostri verba triumphi? Vagitu melius dixeris ista tuo. At maneas tamen, et nobis nova causa triumphi: Sic demum fueris; nec nova causa tamen: Nam quoties Carolo novus aut nova nascitur infans, Revera toties Carolus ipse redit. TRANSLATION. TO THE ROYAL INFANT NOT YET BORN, THE QUEEN BEING WITH CHILD. Be born, O, now; for why, fair child, delay? No sweeter hour will bring to thee the day. So many months wilt linger on the wing? The King returns; come thou, and welcome bring. What is our hail? our voice of triumph high? Thou wilt have said these better with thy cry. But stay; and soon new cause of triumph be; And yet in thee no new cause shall we see: Oft as to Charles is born new girl, new boy, Sure Charles himself returns, and brings us joy. R. WI. IN FACIEM AUGUSTISSIMI REGIS A MORBILLIS INTEGRAM.[122]