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, 15 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, 20 (Time. Triumphingover Death, and Chance, and thee, O VI. Upon the CIRCUMCISION. 'E flaming Pow'rs, and winged Warriors bright YE That erft with music, and triumphant song, First heard by happy watchful shepherds ear, 5 Burn in your fighs, and borrow Seas wept from our deep forrow: He who with all Heav'n's heraldry whilere Alas, how foon our fin Sore doth begin His infancy to feife! O more exceeding love or law more juft? Were loft in death, till he that dwelt above And that great covenant which we ftill tranfgrefs And the full wrath befide Of vengeful juftice bore for our excess, 15 20 And feals obedience first with wounding smart 25 This day, but O ere long Huge pangs and strong Will pierce more near his heart. VII. At a SOLEMN MUSIC. BLES Wed LEST pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'n's joy, With faintly shout, and folemn jubilee, A a 2 5 ΙΟ Their Their loud up-lifted angel-trumpets blow, Singing everlastingly; That we on earth with undiscording voice 15 Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din Broke the fair mufic that all creatures made 21 To their great Lord, whofe love their motion fway'd In perfect diapafon, whilft they stood In first obedience, and their state of good. 25 O may we foon again renew that fong, To live with him, and fing in endless morn of light. VIII. An EPITAPHOn the MARCHIONESS of Winchefter. HIS rich Marble doth enter TH The honor'd wife of Winchester, A Vicount's daughter, an Earl's heir, Added to her noble birth, 5 More than fhe could own from earth. Sum Summers three times eight fave one After fo fhort time of breath, To house with darkness, and with death. Her high birth, and her graces sweet But with a scarce well-lighted flame; IO 15 20 Once had the early matrons run To greet her of a lovely fon, And now with fecond hope fhe goes, 25 But whether by mischance or blame And with remorseless cruelty Spoil'd at once both fruit and tree. 30 So So have I seen fome tender flip, Sav'd with care from winter's nip, On her haft'ning funeral. Gentle Lady, may thy grave Sweet reft seise thee evermore, Shorten'd haft thy own life's lease. That thy noble house doth bring, 35 40 45 50 55 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; 60 Whilft thou, bright faint, high sitst in glory, Next her much like to thee in story, That |