Y VI. UPON THE CIRCUMCISION. E flaming Powers, and winged Warriors bright, That erft with mufic, and triumphant fong, First heard by happy watchful fhepherds' ear, So fweetly fung your joy the clouds along Through the foft filence of the lift'ning night; Now mourn, and if fad share with us to bear Your fiery effence can diftil no tear, Burn in your fighs, and borrow Seas wept from our deep forrow: He who with all Heav'n's heraldry whilere Sore doth begin His infancy to feize! O more exceeding love or law more just ! Were loft in death, till he that dwelt above And that great covenant which we still transgress And the full wrath befide Of vengeful juftice bore for our excess, And seals obedience firft with wounding smart Huge pangs and strong Will pierce more near his heart. 10 15 20 29 VII. A T VII. B Wed AT A SOLEMN MUSIC. With faintly fhout and folemn jubilee, Singing everlaftingly; That we on earth with undifcording voice May rightly answer that melodious noife; 5 15 Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din 20 Broke the fair mufic that all creatures made To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'd In perfect diapafon, whilft they ftood In first obedience, and their state of good. O may we foon again renew that song, And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God ere long $25 To live with him, and fing in endless morn of light! VIII. An VIII. An EPITAPH on the Marchionefs of Winchefter *. HIS rich marble doth inter TH The honor'd wife of Winchester, A Viscount's daughter, an Earl's heir, More than fhe could own from earth. After fo fhort time of breath, To house with darknefs, and with death. Nature and fate had had no ftrife Her high birth and her graces fweet The virgin quire for her request But with a scarce well-lighted flame; 5 15 20 * Jane, daughter of Thomas Lord Viscount Savage of Rock Savage. 3 And And now with fecond hope fhe goes, On her haftening funeral. Gentle Lady, may thy grave Peace and quiet ever have ; After this thy travel fore Sweet reft feize thee evermore, 25 30 35 40 45 50 Here, befides the forrowing That thy noble houfe doth bring, Here Devoted to thy virtuous name; Whilft thou, bright Saint, high fitft in glory, Next her much like to thee in story, That fair Syrian fhepherdess, Who after years of barrenness, IX. SONG. ON MAY MORNING. 60 65 70 WOW the bright morning ftar, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowflip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm defire; VOL. XII. H 5 Woods |