The waste of civil wars, their towns destroyed, Pales unhonoured, Ceres unemployed, Were all forgot; and one triumphant day Wiped all the tears of three campaigns away.[143] Blood, rapines, massacres, were cheaply bought, So mighty recompence your beauty brought. As when the dove returning bore the mark Of earth restored to the long-labouring ark, The relics of mankind, secure of rest, } Ope'd every window to receive the guest, } And the fair bearer of the message blessed: } So, when you came, with loud repeated cries, } The nation took an omen from your eyes, } And God advanced his rainbow in the skies, } To sign inviolable peace restored; The saints, with solemn shouts, proclaimed the new accord. When at your second coming you appear, (For I foretel that millenary year,) The sharpened share shall vex the soil no more, But earth unbidden shall produce her store; The land shall laugh, the circling ocean smile, And heaven's indulgence bless the holy isle. Heaven, from all ages, has reserved for you That happy clime, which venom never knew; Or if it had been there, your eyes alone Have power to chase all poison, but their own. Now in this interval, which fate has cast Betwixt your future glories and your past, This pause of power, 'tis Ireland's hour to mourn; While England celebrates your safe return, By which you seem the seasons to command, And bring our summers back to their forsaken land. The vanquished isle our leisure must attend, } Till the fair blessing we vouchsafe to send; } Nor can we spare you long, though often we may lend. } The dove was twice employed abroad, before The world was dried, and she returned no more. Nor dare we trust so soft a messenger, New from her sickness,[144] to that northern air; Rest here a while your lustre to restore, That they may see you, as you shone before; For yet, the eclipse not wholly past, you wade Through some remains, and dimness of a shade. A subject in his prince may claim a right, Nor suffer him with strength impaired to fight; Till force returns, his ardour we restrain, And curb his warlike wish to cross the main. Now past the danger, let the learned begin The inquiry, where disease could enter in; How those malignant atoms forced their way; What in the faultless frame they found to make their prey, Where every element was weighed so well, } That heaven alone, who mixed the mass, could tell } Which of the four ingredients could rebel; } And where, imprisoned in so sweet a cage, A soul might well be pleased to pass an age. And yet the fine materials made it weak; Porcelain, by being pure, is apt to break; Even to your breast the sickness durst aspire, } And, forced from that fair temple to retire, }