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Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss;
And Joy shall overtake us as a flood,
When every thing that is sincerely good
And perfectly divine, 15

With truth, and peace, and love, shall ever shine
About the supreme throne
Of him, t'whose happy-making sight alone
When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall clime,
Then all this earthy grossnefs quit, 20

Attir'd with stars, we shall for ever sit, (Time.

Triumphingover Death, and Chance, and thee, O



YE flaming Pow'rs, and winged Warriors bright
That erst with music, and triumphant song,
First heard by happy watchful shepherds ear,
So sweetly sung your joy the clouds along
Through the soft silence of the lulling night; 5
Now mourn, and if fad share with us to bear
Your fiery esfense can distil no tear,
Burn in your sighs, and borrow
Seas wept from our deep sorrow:
He who with all Heav'n's heraldry whilere H>

Enter'd the world, now bleeds to give us ease;
Alas, how soon our sin
Sore doth begin


His infancy to seise!
O more exceeding love or law more just? 15

Just law indeed, but more exceeding love!
For we by rightful doom remediless
Were lost in death, till he that dwelt above
High thron'd in secret bliss, for us frail dust
Emptied his glory, ev'n to nakedness; 20

And that great covenant which we still transgress
Entirely satisfied,
And the full wrath beside
Of vengeful justice bore for our excess,
And seals obedience first with wounding smart 25
This day, but O ere long
Huge pangs and strong

Will pierce more near his heart.



BLEST pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'n's joy,
Sphere-born harmonious sisters, Voiceand Verse,
Wed your divine sounds, and mix'd pow'r employ
Dead things with inbreath'd fense able to pierce,
And to our high-rais'd phantasy present 5

That undisturbed song of pure consent,
Ay sung before the saphir-color'd throne
To him that sits thereon
With saintly shout, and solemn jubilee,"
Where the bright Seraphim in burning row 10

A a 2 Their Their loud up-lifted angel-trumpets blow,

And the cherubic host in thousand quires

Touch their immortal harps of golden wires,

With those just Spirits that were victorious palms,

Hymns devout and holy psalms, 15

Singing everlastingly;

That we on earth with undiscording voice

May rightly answer that melodious noise;

As once we did till disproportions sin

Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din

Broke the fair music that all creatures made 21

To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'd

In perfect diapason, whilst they stood

In first obedience, and their state of good.

O may we soon again renew that song, 25

And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God ere long

To his celestial consort us unite,

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



THIS rich Marble doth enter
The honor'd wife of Winchester,
A Vicount's daughter, an Earl's heir,
Besides what her virtues fair
Added to-her noble birth, 5

More than she could own from earth.

SumSummers three times eight save one

She had told; alas too soon,

After so short time of breath,

To house with darkness, and with death. 10

Yet had the number of her days

Been as complete as was her praise,

Nature and fate had had no strife

In giving limit to her life.

Her high birth, and her graces sweet 15

Quickly found a lover meet:

The virgin quire for her request

The God that sits at marriage feast;

He at their invoking came

But with a scarce well-lighted flame; 20

And in his garland as he stood,

Ye might discern a cypress bud.

Once had the early matrons run

To greet her of a lovely son,

And now with second hope she goes, 25

And calls Lucina to her throws;

But whether by mischance or blame

Atropos for Lucina came;

And with remorseless cruelty

Spoil'd at once both fruit and tree. 30

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.

So So have I seen some tender flip, 35

Sav'd with care from winter's nip,

The pride of her carnation train,

Pluck'd up by some unheedy swain,

Who only thought to crop the flow'r

New shot up from vernal show'r: 40

But the fair blossom hangs the head

Side-ways, as on a dying bed,

And those pearls of dew she wears,

Prove to be presaging tears,

Which the fad morn had let fall 45

On her hast'ning funeral.

Gentle Lady, may thy grave

Peace and quiet ever have;

After this thy travel fore

Sweet rest seise thee evermore, 50

That to give the world increase,

Shorten'd hast thy own life's lease.

Here, besides the sorrowing

That thy noble house doth bring,

Here be tears of perfect moan 55

Wept for thee in Helicon,

And some slowers, and some bays,

For thy herse, to strow the ways,

Sent thee from the banks of Came,

Devoted to thy virtuous name; 60

Whilst thou, bright faint, high sitst in glory,

Next her much like to thee in story,


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