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MR. H. LA WES,
Publishing his Airs.
Harry, whose tuneful and well measur'd song
Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng,
Thou honour'st verse, and verse must lend her wing
Dante shall give Fame leave to set thee higher
On the religious memory of Mrs. CATHERINE
THOMSON, my christian friend, deceased
16 Decemb. 1646.
When Faith and Love, which parted from thee never,
Had ripen'd thy just soul to dwell with God,
Meekly thou didst resign this earthly load
Of death call'd life; which us from life doth sever.
Thy works, and alms, and all thy good endeavour, Staid not behind, nor in the grave were trod; But, as Faith pointed with her golden rod, Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever.
Love led them on, and Faith who knew them best
Thy hand-maids, clad them o'er with purple
beams And azure wings, that up they flew so drest,
And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes
Before the Judge; who thenceforth bid thee rest,
And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams.
Fairfax, whose name in arms through Europe
Thy firm unshaken virtue ever brings
Victory home, though new rebellions raise
O yet a nobler task awaits thy hand,
(For what can war, but endless war still breed ?) Till truth and right from violence be freed,
And publick faith clear'd from the shameful branct Of publick fraud. In vain doth Valour bleed, While Avarice and Rapine share the land.
Cromwell our chief of men, who through. a cloud
And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud
Hast rear'd God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued,
And Dunbar field resounds thy praises loud,
And Worcester's laureat wreath. Yet much re-
Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains:
Of hireling wolves, whose gospel is their maw.
SIR HENRY VANE, the Younger.
Vane, young in years, but in sage counsel old, Than whom a better senator ne'er held •
The helm of Rome, when gowns, not arms, re
pell'd The fierce Epirot and the African bold;
Whether to settle peace, or to unfold
. The drift of hollow States hard to be spell'd; Then to advise how War may, best upheld, Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold,
In all her equipage: besides to know
Both spiritual power and civil, what each means, What severs each, thou hast Iearn'd, which fewhave done:
The bounds of either sword to thee we owe: