In making thee the wrought for fame, And with flow progress di w thy frame, As he that painted for eternity. In her beft mould fhe did thee caft, Thy foul, the faint of this fair fhrine, The rays thou fhott'ft were warm, as well as bright: IX. Sickness, to whose strong fiege refign Pains could expel, but not untune thy foul. [thee. Asif thou mean'ft to teach how I fhould mourn for X. No wonder fuch a noble mind Her way again to Heaven fo foon could find. They do but vifit and away. "Tis pain for them t' endure our too grofs fphere. We could not hope for a reprieve, She muft dye foon, that made fuch hatte to live. XI. Heaven did thy lovely prefence want, To take a ftain was too divine, But fure he coveted to have thee there; XII. The Angels too did covet thee, All fweet, and full of heavenly art, XIII. Others when gone t' eternal reft Thou waft our darling, and art fo above. XIV. There doft thou fit in blifs and light, How can I mourn, when thou doft anthems fing XV. Nor will I now: My tears fhall flow No more, I will be bleft 'cause thou art fo.. I'll borrow comfort from thy happy state, In blifs I'll fympathize with thee. As once I did in mifery, And by reflection will be fortunate.. Pil practice now what's done above, And by thy happy ftate my own improve.. The The RESIGNATION. I. Long have I view'd, long have I thought And held with trembling hand this bit ter draught? 'Twas now just to my lips applied, I'll truft my great Phyfician's skill, Thy med'cine puts me to great smart, I must and will thy fovereign touch endure. But yet I ftill will pray, thy will be done. IV. Since 'tis thy fentence I fhould part My heart it self, as its delight, is thine; Thou gav'ft a greater gift, thy Son, to me. He left true blifs and joys above, Himself he emptied of all good, but love: More good, than he from me can ever take. He took, and did at laft even that refign. VI. Take all, great God, I will not grieve, I will not murmur at thy word, I To my GUARDIAN ANGEL. I. Own (my gentle guide) that much I owe Through life's wild maze thou'ft led me hitherto, Nor ever wilt (I hope) thy tent remove; But yet t' have been compleatly true, Thou should't have guarded her life too. Thou know'ft my foul did most inhabit there, I could have spared thee t' have guarded her. II. But fince by thy neglect, or Heaven's decree, Lead me through all the numerous hoft above, III. With what high paffion fhall we then embrace! As ill as now my forrow bear; And could then any chance my life destroy, WE The DEFIANCE. I. Ell, Fortune, now (if e'er) you've fhewn on one, One who might please even unconftant you. I will not, no, I will not grieve, My tears within their banks fhall ftand; That neither they nor thou fhalt hurt my foul; III. I felt the shaft that laft was fent, I fear no pain from thee or difcontent, Thy laft feiz'd on me out of guard, IV. My foul now foars high and fublime, Like thofe who fo long on high mountains climb My fort's too ftrong for thy artillery; Thy clofeft aim won't touch my mind, Here's all thy gain, ftill to be thought more blind. SUPER |