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Yet was the not profuse; but fear'd to waste, Sung, and was sung herself in angel's lays; And wisely manag'd, that the stock might last; For, praising her, they did her Maker praise. That all might be fupply'd, and the pot grieve, All offices of heaven so well she knew, When crowds appear'd, she had not to relieve : Before she came, that nothing there was new : Which to prevent, the still increas'd her store; And she was so familiarly receiv'd, Laid up, and spar'd, that she might give the more. As one returning, not as one arriv'd. So Pharaoh, or some greater king than he,

Muse, down again precipitate thy flight: Provided for the seventh neceffity;

For how can mortal eyes sustain immortal light? Taught from above his magazines to frame; But as the sun in water we can bear, That famine was prevented ere it came.

Yet not the sun, but his reflexion there, Thus Heaven, though all-fufficient, shews a thrift So let us view her, here, in what she was, In his economy, and bounds his gift:

And take her image in this watery glass : Creating, for our day, one single light;

Yet look not every lineament to see ; And his reflection too supplies the night;

Some will be cast in shades, and some will be Perhaps a thousand other worlds, that lie

So lamely drawn, you'll scarcely know, 'tis the. Remote from us, and latent in the sky,

For where such various virtues we recite, Are lighten'd by his beams, and kindly nurst : 'Tis like the milky-way, all over bright, Of which our earthly dunghill is the worst But sown so thick with stars, 'uis undistinguish'd Now, as all virtues keep the middle line,

light. Yet somewhat more to one extreme incline,

Her virtue, not her virtues let us call; Such was her soul; abhorring avarice,

For one heroic comprehends them all : Bounceous, but almost bounteous to a vice: One, as a constellation is but one, Had the given more, it had profusion been, Though 'tis a train of stars, that rolling on, And turn’d th’excess of goodness into sin.

Rise in their turn, and in the zodiac run : These virtues rais'd her fabric to the sky; Ever in motion; now 'tis faith ascends, For that, which is next heaven, is charity. Now hope, now charity, that upward tends, But, as high turrets, for their airy steep,

And downwards with diffusive good descends. Reguire foundations, in proportion deep;

As in perfumes compos'd with art and cost, And lusty cedars as far upward shoot,

'Tis hard to say what scent is uppermott; As to the nether heavens they drive the root : Nor this part musk or civet can we call, So low did her secure foundacion lie,

Or amber, but a rich result of all; She was not humble, but humility.

So she was all a sweet, whose every part, Scarcely she knew that she was great, or fair, In dne proportion mix’d, proclaim'd the Maker's Or wise, beyond what other women are, Or, which is better, knew, but never durft com No single virtue we could most commend, pare ;

Whether the wife, the mother, or the friend; For to be consclous of what all admire,

For she was all, in that supreme degree, And not be vain, advances virtue higher.

That as no one prevail'd, so all was the.. But still she found, or rather thought she found, The several parts lay hidden in the piece; Her own worth wanting, others to abound ; Th' occasion but exerted that, or this. Afcrib'd above their due to every one,

A wife as tender, and as true withal, Unjust and scanty to herself alone.

As the first woman was before her fall : Such her devotion was, as might give rules Made for the man, of whom she was a part; Of speculation to difputing schools,

Made, to attract his eyes, and keep his heart. And teach us equally the scales to hold

A second Eve, but by no crime accurit; Bctwixt the two extremes of hot and cold ; As beauteous, not as brittle as the first. That pious heat may moderately prevail,

Had fhe been first, ftill Paradise had been, And we be warm'd, but not be scorch'd with zeal. And death had found no entrance by her fin. Business might shorten, not disturb, her prayer; So she not only had preserv'd from ill Heaven has the best, if not the greater share. Her sex and ours, but liv'd their pattern still. An active life long oraisons forbids;

Love and obedience to her lord she bore; Yet still the pray'd, for still the pray'd by deeds. She much obey'd him, but she lov'd him more: Her every day was sabbach ; only free

Not aw'd to duty by superior (way, From hours of prayer, for hours of charity. But taught by his indulgence to obey. Such as the Jews from servile toil releas'd; Thus we love God, as author of our good; Where works of mercy were a part of rest; So subjects love just kings, or so they fhould. Such as blest angels exercise above,

Nor was it with ingratitude return'd; Vary'd with sacred hymns and acts of love: In equal fires the blissful couple burn'd; Such fabbaths as that one she now enjoys, One joy possessid them both, and in one grief Ev’n that perpetual one, which she employs

they mourn'd. (For such vicissitudes in heaven there are)

His passion ftill improv'd; he lov'd so fast, in praise alternate, and alternate prayer.

As if he fear'd each day would be her latt. All this the practis'd here; that when she sprung, Too true a prophet to forefee t'e fate Amidst the choirs, at the first light the sung : That should so foon divide their happy face:


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When he to heaven entirely must restore.

Fixt to her choice, inviolably true,
That love, that heart, where he went halves before. And wisely choosing, for the chose but few.
Yet as the soul is all in every part,

Some the must have ; but in no one could find
So God and he might each have all her heart. A tally fitted for so large a mind.
So had her children too; for charity

The souls of friends like kings in progress are ; Was not more fruitful, or more kind than she : Still in their own, though from the palace far : Each under other by degrees they grew;

Thus her friend's heart her country dwelling was, A goodly perspective of distant view.

A sweet retirement to a coarser place ; Anchises look'd not with so pleas'd a face, Where pomp and ceremonies enter'd not, la cumbering o'er his future Roman race, Where greatness was shut out, and business well And marshaling the heroes of his name,

forgot. As, in their order, next, to light they came.

This is th' imperfect draught; but short as far Nor Cybele, with half so kind an eye,

As the true height and bigness of a star Survey'd her sons and daughters of the sky; Exceeds the measures of th' astronomer. Proud, Thall I say, of her immortal fruit?

She shines above, we know; but in what place, As far as pride with heavenly minds may fuit. How near the throne, and heaven's imperial face, Her pious love excell'd to all the bore;

By our weak optics is but vainly guest; New objects only multiply'd it more.

Distance and altitude conceal the rest. And as the chosen found the pearly grain

Thongh all these rare endowments of the mind As much as every vessel could contain ;

Were in a narrow space of life confin'd, As in the blissful vision each shall Mare

The figure was with full perfection crown'd; As much of glory as his soul can bear;

Though not so large an orb, as truly round. So did she love, and so dispense her care,

As when in glory, through the public place, Her eldest thus, by consequence, was best, The fpoils of conquer'd nations were to pass, As longer cultivated than the rest.

And but one day for triumph was allow'd, The babe had all that infant care beguiles, The consul was constrain’d his pomp to crowd; And early knew his mother in her smiles :

And so the swift procession hurry'd on, But when dilated organs let is day

That all, though not distinctly, night be sewn : To the young soul, and gave it room to play, So in the straiten'd bounds of life confin'd, At his first aptness, the maternal love

She gave but glimpses of her glorious mind : Those rudiments of reason did improve :

And multitudes of of virtues pass'd along ; The tender age was pliant to command;

Each passing foreniost in the mighty throng, Like wax it yielded to the forming hand :

Ambitious to be seen, and then make room True to th' artificer, the labour'd mind

For greater multitudes that were to come. With ease was pious, generous, just, and kind; Yer unemploy'd no minute flipt away; Sof: for impression, from the first prepar'd, Monients were precious in so short a stay. Till virtue with long exercise grew hard :

The hafte of heaven to have her was so great, With every a& confirm’d, and

made at last That some were single acts, though each comSo durable as not to be effac'd,

plete; It turn'd to habit; and, from vices free,

But every ad stood ready to repeat. Goodness resolu'd into necellity.

Her fellow-faints with busy care will look Tnus fix'd ne virtue's image, that's her own, For her bleft name in fate's eternal book; Tilirhe whole mother in the children shone; And, pleas'd to be outdone, with joy will see For that was their perfection; she was such, Numberless virtues, endless charity : They dever could express her mind too much. But more will wonder at fo short an age, So inexhausted her perfe&ions were,

To find a blank beyond the thirtieth page: That, for more children, she had more to spare; And with a pious fear begin to doubt For souls unborn, whom her untimely death The piece imperfect, and the rest torn out. Depriv'd of bodies, and of mortal breath; But 'twas her Saviour's time; and, could there be And could they take th' impressions of her mind) | A copy of th' original, 'twas she. Lecugh still left to sanctify her kind,

As precious gums are not for lasting fire, Then wonder not to fee this soul extend They but perfume the teniple, and expirc : The bouuds, and feek-Some other self, a friend : So was she foon cxhalid, and vanish'd hence; As swelling seas to gentle rivers glide,

A short sweet odor, of a vast experce. To feck repose, and empty out the tide ;

She vanish'd, we can scarcely tay the dy'd; So this full foul, in narrow limits pent,

For but a Now did heaven and earth divide : l'eable to contain her, suught a vent,

She pass’d serenely with a single breath ; To illue out, and in some friendly breast

This moment perfcét health, the next was death : Discharge her treasures, and securely reft : One sigh did her eternal bliss assure; T' unbofom all the fecrets of her heart,

So little penance needs, when souls are almost pure, Take good advice, but better to impart.

As gentle dreams our waking thoughts pursue; For 'tis the bliss of friendship's holy state, Or, one dream pass’d, we dide into a new; To mix their minds, and to communicate ; So close they follow, Such wild order keep, Thougka bedies canput, souls can penetrate :

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So softly death succeeded life in her :

From heavenly joys, that interval afford She did but dream of heaven, and she was there. To thy fad children, and thy mourning lord.

No pains the sufferid, nor expir'd with noise ; See how they grieve, mistaking in their love, Her soul was whisper'd out with God's still voice; And shed a beam of comfort from above; As an old friend is beckon'd to a feast,

Give them, as much as mortal eyes can bear, And treated like a long familiar guest.

A transienr view of thy full glories there; He took her as he found, but found her so, That they with moderate sorrow may sustain As one in hourly readiness to go :

And mollify their losses in thy gain. Ev'n on that day, in all her trim prepar'd; Or else divide the grief; for such thou wert, As early notice the from heaven had heard, That should not all relations bear a part, And some descending courier from above It were enough to break a single heart. Had given her timely warning to remove ;

Let this suffice: nor thou, great saint, refase Or counsel'd her to dress the nuptial room, This humble tribute of no vulgar Muse : For on that night the bridegroom was to come. Who, not by cares, or wants, or age depres, He kept his hour, and found her where the lay Stems a wild deluge with a dauntless breast; Cloath'd all in white, the livery of the day : And dares to sing thy praises in a clime Scarce had the sinn'd in thought, or word, or act; Where vice triumphs, and virtue is a crime; Unless omissions were to pass for fact :

Where ev'n to draw the pidure of thy mind, That hardly death a consequence could draw, Is satire on the most of hunian kind : To make her liable to parure's law.

Take it, while yet ’tis praise; before my rage, And, that the dy'd, we only have to thew Unsafely just, break loose on this bad age; The mortal part of her the left below :

So bad, that thou thyself hadft no defence The rest, so smooth, so suddenly she went, From vice, but barely by departing hence, Look'd like translation through the firmament, Be what and where thou art; to wish thy Or like the fiery car on the third errand fent.

place, O happy soul! if thou canst view from high, Were, in the best, presumption more than grace. Where thou are all intelligence, all eye,

Thy relics (such thy works of mercy are) If, looking up to God, or down to us,

Have, in this poem, been my holy care. Thou find'rt, that any way be pervious,

As earth thy body keeps, thy soul the sky, Survey the ruins of thy house, and see

So shall this verse preserve thy memory; Thy widow'd and thy orphan family :

For thou shalt make it live, because it fings of Look on thy tender pledges left behind ;

thee. And, if thou canst a vacant minute find

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was on a joyless and a gloomy morn,

He wrung his hands, distracted with his care, Wet was the grass, and hung with pearls the And sent his voice before him from afar. thorn;

Return, he cry'd, return, unhappy swain, When Damon, who design'd to pass the day The spungy clouds are fill'd with gathering rain: With hounds and horns, and chace the flying prey, The promise of the day not only cross'd, Rose early from his bed; but soon he found But ev’n the spring, the spring itself, is loft. The welkin pitch'd with sullen clouds around, Amyntas-oh!--- he could not speak the rest, An eastern wind, and dew upon the ground. Nor needed, for presaging Damon guess'd. Thus while he stood, and fighing did survey Equal with heaven young Damon lov'd the boy, The fields, and corft th’ill omens of the day, The boast of nature, both his parents' joy. He saw Menalcas come with heavy pace; His graceful form revolving in his mind; Wet were his eyes, and cheerless was his face : So great a genius, and a foul so kind,



Cave fad assurance that his fears were true; The father bore it with undaunted soul,
Too weil the envy of the gods he kuew :

Like one who durst his deftiny controul :
For when their gifts too lavishly are plac'd, Yet with becoming grief he bore his part,
Soon they repent, and will not make them last. Refigrid his son, but not refigo'd his heart.
For sure it was too bountiful a dole,

Patient as Jub; and may he live to fce,
The mother's ftatuies, and the father's foul. Like him, a new increasing family!
'Then thus he cry'd: the morn bespoke the news :
The morning did her cheerful light diffuse :
But lze how suddenly she chang'd her face,
And brought on clouds aud rain, the day's dis-
grace ;

Such is my wish, and such my prophesy. Jult such, Amyntas, was thy promis'd race. For yet, my friend, the beauteous mould remains What charms adorn'd thy youth, where nature | Long may she exercise her fruitful pains ! smil'd,

But, ah! with better hap, and bring a race And more than nian was given us in a child! More lafting, and endued with cquai grace! His infancy was ripe : a foui sublime

Equal she may, but farther none can go : In years lu tender that prevented time:

For he was all that was exact below. Heaven gave him all at once; then tch'd

away, Ere mortals all his beauties could survey : [day. Just like the flower that buds and withers in a

Damon, behold yon breaking purple cload; Htar'lt thou not hymns and songs divinely loud ? There mounts Amyntas; the young cherubs play

About their godlike niate, and fing him on his The mother, lovely, though with grief opprest, way. Recin'd his dying head upon her breast ;

He cleaves the liquid air, behold he flies, The mournful family stood all around;

And every moment gains upon the kies. One groan was heard, one universal found :

The new-come guest admires th' ätherial state, All were in floods of tears and endless forrow The fapphire portal, and the golden gate ; drown'd.

And now admitted in the shining throng, So dire a sadness fat on every look,

He fhews the passport which he brought along. Ev'n death repented he had given the stroke. His pafsport is his innocence and grace, He griev'd his fatal work had been ordain'd, Well known to all the natives of the place. But promis’d length of life to those who yet re Now fing, ye joysul angels, and admire (quire : main 'd.

Your brother's voice that comes to mend your The mother's and her eldest daughter's grace, Sing you, while endless tears our eyes bestow; It seems, had brib'd him to prolong their space. For like Amyntas none is left below.






He who could view the book of destiny,
And read whatever there was writ of thee,
O charming youth, in the first opening page,
So many graces in fo green an age,
Such wit, such modesty, such strength of mind,
A toul at once lo manly, and so kind,

Would wonder, when he turn'd the volumac o'er's
And after some new leaves thould find no more,
Nought but a blank remain, a dead void space,
A step of life that promis'd such a race.
We must not, dare not think, that heaven began
A child, and could not finish him a man

Vol. VI.

Reflecting what a mighty store was laid

So deep, and yet so clear, we might behold Of rich materials, and a model made :

The gravel bottom, and that botcom gold. The cost already furnishd; fo beftow'd,

As fuch we lov'd, admir'd, almost ador'd, As more was never to one soul allow'd :

Gave all the tribute mortals could afford, Yet, after this profusion spent in vain,

Perhaps we gave so much, the powers above Nothing but mouidering afhes to remain,

Grew angry at our fuperftitious love : I guess not, lest I split upon :he shelf,

For when we more than human homage pay, Yet, durft I guess, heaven kept it for himself ; The charming cause is juftly snatch'd away. And giving us the use, did soon recal,

Thus was the crime not his, but ours alone : Ere we could spare, the mighty principal. And yet we murmur that he went so foon;

Thus then he disappear'd, was rarify'd; Though miracles are short and rarely shewn; For 'tis improper speech to say he dy'd :

Hear then, ye mournful parents, and divide He was exhald; his great Creator drew

That love in many, which in one was tyd. His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.

That individual blessing is no more, 'Tis sin produces death; and he had none But multiply'd in your remaining store, But the taint Adam left on every son.

The flames dispers’d, but does not all expire; He added not, he was so pure, so good,

The sparkles blaze, though not the globe of fire. 'Twas but th' original forfeit of his blood : Love him by parts, in all your numerous race, And that so little, that the river ran

And from those parts form one collected grace; More clear than the corrupted fount began. Then, when you have refin'd to that degree, Nothing remain'd of the first muddy clay ; Imagine all in one, and think that one is he. The length of course had wash'd it in the way:

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