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So mounting up in icy-pearled car, 15
Through middle empire of the freezing air
But all unwares with his cold-kind embrace 20 Unhous'd thy virgin foul from her fair biding place.
IV. Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate; For so Apollo, with unweeting hand, Whilome did flay his dearly-loved mate, Young Hyacinth born on Eurota's strand, 25
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.
Hid from the world in a low delved tomb;
Oh no! for something in thy face did shine Above mortality, that show'dthou wast divine. 35
Whether above that high sirst-moving sphere,
Oh say me true, if thou wert mortal wight, And why from us so quickly thou didst take thy flight
VII. Wert thou some star which from the ruin'd roof, Of shak'd Olympus by mischance didst fall; Which careful Jove in nature's true behoof 45. Took up, and in fit place did reinstall? Or did of late earth's sons besiege the wall
Of sheeny Heav'n, and thou some Goddess fled Amongst us here below to hide thy nectar'd head?
VIII. Or wert thou that just Maid who once before 50Forsook the hated earth, O tell me sooth, And cam'st again to visit us once more? Or wert thou that sweet smiling Youth? Or that crown'd matron sage white-robed Truth? Or any other of that heav'nly brood 55
Let down in cloudy throne todo the world some good?
IX. Or wert thou of the golden-winged host, Who having clad thyself in human weed, To earth from thy prefixed seat didst post, And after short abode fly back with speed, 60
As if to show what creatures Heav'n doth breed,
Thereby to set the hearts of men on fire To scorn the sordid world, and unto heav'n aspire?
But oh why didst thou not stay here below
To stand 'twixt us and our deserved smart? 69 Butthou canst best perform thatoffice where thou art.
XI. Then thou the mother of so sweet a Child Her false imagin'd loss cease to lament, And wisely learn to curb thy sorrows wild; Think what a present thou to God hast sent, And render him with patience what he lent; 75
This if thou do, he will an ofspringgive, (live. That till the world's last end shall make thy name to
II. Anno AEtatis ig. At a Vacation Exercise in the college,
part Latin, part Englijli. T'he Latin speeches ended,
the Englifi thus began:
HAIL native Language, that by sinews weak
Where he had mutely fat two years before:
Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee,
For this fame small neglect that I have made:
Till thou hast deck'd them in thy best array;
Such as may make thee search thy cosfers round,
How he before the thunderous throne doth lie,
List'ning to what unshorn Apollo sings
And hills of snow and lofts of piled thunder,
Are held with his melodious harmony
GOOD luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth