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Whatever happy region is thy place,
Since heaven's eternal year is thine.
In no ignoble verse ;
While yet a young probationer,
And candidate of heaven.
Our wonder is the less to find
But if thy pre-existing soul
Was formed, at first, with myriads more, It did through all the mighty poets roll,
Who Greek or Latin laurels wore, And was that Sappho last, which once it was before.
If so, then cease thy flight, О heaven-born mind Thou hast no dross to purge from thy rich ore Nor can thy soul a fairer mansion find,
Than was the beauteous frame she left behind : Return to fill or mend the choir of thy celestial
* Henry Killigrew, D. D., the young lady's father, was himself a poet. He wrote “ The Conspiracy," a tragedy much praised by Ben Jonson and the amiable Lord Falkland, publishedin 1634, This edition being pirated and
spurious, the author altered the play, and changed the title to “Pallantus and Eudora,” published in 1652.-See Wood's Athence Oxon. Vol. II. p. 1036.
Strung each his lyre, and tuned it high,
That all the people of the sky
'Twas that such vulgar miracles
Heaven had not leisure to renew :
This lubrique and adulterate age,
T'increase the steaming ordures of the stage ?
prak in 104 ered to ublisher
Unmix'd with foreign filth, and undefiled;
She might our boasted stores defy ;
By great examples daily fed, What in the best of books, her father's life, she read: And to be read herself she need not fear; Each test, and every light, her muse will bear, Though Epictetus with his lamp were there. E'en love (for love sometimes her muse exprest) Was but a lambent flame which play'd about her
breast : Light as the vapours of a morning dream, So cold herself, whilst she such warmth exprest, 'Twas Cupid bathing in Diana's stream.
VI. Born to the spacious empire of the Nine, Onewould havethoughtsheshould have been content To manage well that mighty government; But what can young ambitious souls confine ?
To the next realm she stretch'd her sway,
For Painture near adjoining lay,
A chamber of dependencies was framed, (As conquerers will never want pretence,
When arm’d, to justify the offence,)
* This line certainly gave rise to that of Pope in Gay's epitaph:
In wit a man, simplicity a child.
And the whole fief, in right of poetry, she claim'd.
And perfectly could represent
The shape, the face, with every lineament, And all the large domains which the Dumb Sister
sway'd; All bowd beneath her government,
Received in triumph wheresoe’er she went.
So strange a concourse ne'er was seen before, But when the peopled ark the whole creation bore.
VII. The scene then changed; with bold erected look Our martial king* the sight with reverence strook :
* James II. painted by Mrs Killigrew.
For, not content to express his outward part,
Our phoenix queent was pourtray'd too so bright,
Thus nothing to her genius was denied, But like a ball of fire the further thrown,
Still with a greater blaze she shone, And her bright soul broke out on every side. What next she had design'd, heaven only knows: To such immoderate growth her conquest rose, That fate alone its progress could oppose.
Not wit, nor piety, could fate prevent;
To sweep at once her life and beauty too;
To work more mischievously slow,
+ Mary of Este, as eminent for beauty as rank, also painted by the subject of the elegy.