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Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss

With an individual kifs;

And Joy fhall overtake us as a flood,

When every thing that is fincerely good

And perfectly divine,

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With truth, and peace, and love, shall ever shine About the fupreme throne

Of him, t'whofe happy-making fight alone

When once our heav'nly-guided foul fhall clime, Then all this earthy groffness quit,

Attir'd with stars, we shall for ever sit,

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(Time.

Triumphingover Death, and Chance, and thee, O

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Upon the CIRCUMCISION.

'E flaming Pow'rs, and winged Warriors bright

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That erft with music, and triumphant song,

First heard by happy watchful shepherds ear,
So fweetly fung your joy the clouds along
Through the foft filence of the liftling night;
Now mourn, and if sad share with us to bear
Your fiery effense can distil no tear,

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Burn in your fighs, and borrow

Seas wept from our deep forrow:

He who with all Heav'n's heraldry whilere
Enter'd the world, now bleeds to give us ease;

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Alas, how foon our fin

Sore doth begin

His infancy to feife!

O more exceeding love or law more juft?
Juft law indeed, but more exceeding love!
For we by rightful doom remedilefs

Were loft in death, till he that dwelt above
High thron'd in fecret blifs, for us frail dust
Emptied his glory, ev'n to nakedness;

And that great covenant which we ftill tranfgrefs
Entirely fatisfied,

And the full wrath befide

Of vengeful juftice bore for our excess,

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And feals obedience first with wounding smart 25 This day, but O ere long

Huge pangs and strong

Will pierce more near his heart.

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At a SOLEMN MUSIC.

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LEST pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'n's joy,
Sphere-born harmonious fifters, Voice and Verse,
your divine founds, and mix'd pow'r employ
Dead things with inbreath'd fense able to pierce,
And to our high-rais'd phantasy present
That undisturbed fong of pure consent,
Ay fung before the faphir-color'd throne
To him that fits thereon

With faintly shout, and folemn jubilee,
Where the bright Seraphim in burning row

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Their

Their loud up-lifted angel-trumpets blow,
And the cherubic host in thousand quires
Touch their immortal harps of golden wires,
With those juft Spirits that were victorious palms,
Hymns devout and holy pfalms,

Singing everlastingly;

That we on earth with undiscording voice
May rightly answer that melodious noise;
As once we did till disproportion'd fin

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Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din Broke the fair mufic that all creatures made

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To their great Lord, whofe love their motion fway'd In perfect diapafon, whilft they stood

In first obedience, and their state of good.

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O may we foon again renew that fong,
And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God ere long
To his celeftial confort us unite,

To live with him, and fing in endless morn of light.

VIII.

An EPITAPHOn the MARCHIONESS of Winchefter.

HIS rich Marble doth enter

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The honor'd wife of Winchester,

A Vicount's daughter, an Earl's heir,
Befides what her virtues fair

Added to her noble birth,

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More than fhe could own from earth.

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Summers three times eight fave one
She had told; alas too foon,

After fo fhort time of breath,

To house with darkness, and with death.
Yet had the number of her days
Been as complete as was her praise,
Nature and fate had had no ftrife
In giving limit to her life.

Her high birth, and her graces sweet
Quickly found a lover meet:
The virgin quire for her request
The God that fits at marriage feast;
He at their invoking came

But with a scarce well-lighted flame;
And in his garland as he stood,
Ye might difcern a cypress bud.

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Once had the early matrons run

To greet her of a lovely fon,

And now with fecond hope fhe goes,
And calls Lucina to her throws;

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But whether by mischance or blame
Atropos for Lucina came;

And with remorseless cruelty

Spoil'd at once both fruit and tree.
The hapless babe before his birth
Had burial, yet not laid in earth,
And the languish'd mother's womb
Was not long a living tomb.

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So

So have I seen fome tender flip,

Sav'd with care from winter's nip,
The pride of her carnation train,
Pluck'd up by fome unheedy fwain,
Who only thought to crop the flow'r
New shot up from vernal show'r :
But the fair blossom hangs the head
Side-ways, as on a dying bed,
And those pearls of dew she wears,
Prove to be prefaging tears,
Which the fad morn had let fall

On her haft'ning funeral.

Gentle Lady, may thy grave
Peace and quiet ever have;
After this thy travel fore

Sweet reft seise thee evermore,
That to give the world increase,

Shorten'd haft thy own life's lease.
Here, befides the forrowing

That thy noble house doth bring,
Here be tears of perfect moan
Wept for thee in Helicon,

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And some flowers, and some bays,

For thy herse, to ftrow the ways,

Sent thee from the banks of Came,

Devoted to thy virtuous name;

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Whilft thou, bright faint, high sitst in glory,

Next her much like to thee in story,

That

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