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When years thy judgment shall mature, And reason shows those ills it cannot cure :
Wilt thou, à father's grief ț' assuage,
And be the comfort of my age ?
And, oft as to thy listening ear
Say, wilt thou drop the tender tear, .
Whene'er thou seest the soft distress,
Say, wilt thou strive to make it less ?
ON THE DEATH OF LADY ANSON.
ADDRESSED TO HER FATHER,* 1761. O! Crown'd with honour, bless'd with length of
days, Thou wlion the wise revere, the worthy praise ; Just guardian of those laws thy voice explain'd, And meriting all titles thou hast gain'd
* Pbilin, first Earl of Hardwicke.
Though still the fairest from Heaven's bounty flow,
For say, can Wisdom's self, what late was thine,
draw, By Heav'n approv'd, and true to Nature's law.
When his lov'd child the Roman could not save, Immortal Tully, from an early grave, No common forms his home-felt passion kept, The sage, the patriot, in the parent wept: And, O! by grief allied, as join'd in fame, The same thy loss, thy sorrows are the same. She whom the Muses, whom the Loves, deplore, Ev'n she, thy pride and pleasure, is no more ; In bloom of years, in all her virtue's bloom, Lost to thy hopes, and silent in the tomb.
O season mark'd by mourning and despair ! Thy blasts how fatal to the young and fair! For vernal freshness, for the balmy breeze, Thy tainted winds came pregnant with disease ; Sick Nature sunk before the mortal breath, That scatter'd fever, agony, and death.
What funerals have thy cruel ravage spread! What eyes have flow'd! what noble bosoms bled!
Here let Reflection fix her sober view; O think who suffer and who sigh with you. See, rudely snatch'd, in all her pride of charms, Bright Granby from a youthful husband's arms! In climes far distant see that husband mourn, His arms revers’d, his recent laurel torn! Behold again, at Fate's imperious call, In one dread instant blooming Lincoln fall! See her lov'd lord with speechless anguish bend!' And, mixing tears with his, thy noblest friend, Thy Pelham, turn on Heav'n his streaming eye ; Again in her he sees a brother die!
And he who, long unshaken and serene, Had death in each dire form of terror seen, Through worlds unknown o'er unknown oceans By love subdued, now weeps a consort lost; [tost, Now sunk to fondness all the man appears, His front dejected, and his soul in tears.
Yet more; nor thou the Muse's voice disdain, Who fondly' tries to sooth a father's pain Let thy calm eye survey the suffering ball, See kingdoms round thee verging to their fall ! What spring had promis'd and what autumn yields, The bread of thousands, ravish'd from their fields, See youth and age, th' ignoble and the great, Swept in one grave, in one promiscuous fate! Hear Europe groan! hear all her nations mourn ! And be a private wound with patience borne.
Think too, and reason will confirm the thought ; Thy cares for her are to their period brought,
Yes she, fair pattern to a failing age ;
MELANCHOLY: AN ODE.
OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF A BELOVED DAUGH
Open thy marble jaws, O tomb,