Thy William’s maintain’d Ray will restore,
England the lustre it enjoy’d before;
Our shatter’d Liberties and Laws maintain,
And calmly anchor Church and State again.
But oh! We grieve, that yet, we can’t apply,
The last Division of that Rosary.
We Wish, we Hope, we Pray, and will Pray on,
Till we have gain’d Heaven’s Favour in a Son:
That then we may the whole Salute repeat,
And make our Joys, as well as that Compleat.