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Sitting like a Goddes bright,

In the center of her light.
Might she the wise Latona be,
Or the towred Cybele,
Mother of a hundred gods;
Yuno dare's not give her odds ;
Who had thought this clime had held

A deity so unparaleld?
As they com forward, the Genius of the Wood appears,

and turning toward them, Speaks. Gen. Stay gentle Swains, for though in this disguise, I see bright honour sparkle through your eyes, Of famous Arcady ye are, and sprung Of that renowned flood, so often sung, Divine Alpheus, who by secret sluse,

30 Stole under Seas to meet his Arethuse; And ye the breathing Roses of the Wood, Fair silver-buskin’d Nymphs as great and good, I know this quest of yours, and free intent Was all in honour and devotion ment To the great Mistres of yon princely shrine, Whom with low reverence I adore as mine, And with all helpful service will comply To further this nights glad folemnity; And lead ye where ye may more near behold 40 What shallow-searching Fame hath left untold; Which I full oft amidst these shades alone Have fate to wonder at, and gaze upon : For know by lot from Jove I am the powr Of this fair Wood, and live in Oak’n bowr, To nurse the Saplings tall, and curl the grove, With Ringlets quaint; and wanton windings wove.

And all my Plants I save from nightly ill,
Of noisom winds, and blasting vapours chill.
And from the Boughs brush off the evil dew, 50
And heal the harms of thwarting thunder blew,
Or what the cross dire-looking Planet smites,
Or hurtfull Worm with canker'd venom bites.
When Ev’ning gray doth rise, I fetch my round
Over the mount, and all this hallow'd ground;
And early ere the odorous breath of morn
Awakes the slumbring leaves, or tasfeld horn
Shakes the high thicket, halte I all about,
Number my ranks, and visit every sprout 59
With puissant words, and murmurs made to bless,
But els in deep of night when drowsines
Hath lock’t up mortal sense, then listen I
To the celestial Sirens harmony,
That fit upon the nine enfolded Sphears,
And sing to those that hold the vital shears,
And turn the Adamantine spindle round,
On which the fate of gods and men is wound.
Such sweet compulfion doth in musick ly,
To lull the daughters of Necessity,
And keep unsteddy Nature to her law, 70
And the low world in measur'd motion draw
After the heavenly tune, which none can hear
Of human mould with gross unpurged ear;
And yet such mufick worthiest were to blaze
The peerles height of her immortal praise,
Whose lustre leads us, and for her most fit,
If my inferior hand or voice could hit
Inimitable sounds, yet as we go,
What ere the skill of lesser gods can show,
I will affay, her worth to celebrate,

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And so attend ye toward her glittering state;
Where ye may all that are of noble stemm
Approach, and kiss her sacred vestures hemm.

2. SONG.
O're the smooth enameld green
Where no print of step hath been,

Follow me as I sing,

And touch the warbled string.
Under the shady roof
Of branching Elm-Star-proof.

Follow me,
I will bring you where she sits
Clad in splendor as befits

Her deity.
Such a rural Queen
All Arcadia hath not seen.

3. SONG.
Nymphs and Shepherds dance no more
By sandy Ladons Lillied banks,
On old Lycæus or Cyllene hoar,

Trip no more in twilight ranks,
Though Erymanth your loss deplore,

A better soyl Thall give ye thanks.
From the stony Mænalus,
Bring your Flocks, and live with us,
Here ye shall have greater grace,
To serve the Lady of this place.

Though Syrinx your Pans Mistress were,
Yet Syrinx well might wait on her.

Such a rural Queen
All Arcadia hath not seen.

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Miscellaneous Poems.

Anno ætatis 17. On the Death of a fair Infant

dying of a Cough.

% FAIREST flower no sooner blown but

blasted, Set Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie, Summers chief honour if thou hadît out-lasted, Bleak winters force that made thy blossome drie; For he being amorous on that lovely die

That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss But kill'd alas, and then bewayld his fatal bliss.

2.

For since grim Aquilo his charioter
By boistrous rape th’Athenian damsel got,
He thought it toucht his Deitie full neer, 10
If likewise he some fair one wedded not,
Thereby to wipe away th’infamous blot,

Of long-uncoupled bed, and childless eld, Which ʼmongst the wanton gods a foul reproach

was held.

3. So mounting up in ycie-pearled carr, Through middle empire of the freezing aire He wanderd long, till thee he spy'd from farr, There ended was his quest, there ceast his care. Down he descended from his Snow-soft chaire,

But all unwares with his cold-kind embrace 20 Unhous’d thy Virgin Soul from her fair biding place.

4.
Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate;
For fo Apollo, with unweeting hand
Whilome did Nay his dearly-loved mate
Young Hyacinth born on Eurota's strand
Young Hyacinth the pride of Spartan land;

But then transform’d him to a purple flower Alack that so to change thee winter had no power.

5. Yet can I not perswade me thou art dead Or that thy coarse corrupts in earths dark wombe, Or that thy beauties lie in wormie bed, 31 Hid from the world in a low delved tombe; Could Heav'n for pittie thee so strictly doom?

Oh no? for something in thy face did shine Above mortalitie that shew'd thou wast divine.

6. Resolve me then oh Soul most surely blest (If so it be that thou these plaints dost hear) Tell me bright Spirit where e're thou hoverest Whether above that high first-moving Spheare Or in the Elisian fields (if such there were.) 40

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