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Show 4o -POEMS. J Where are the charms that always did arife From the prevailing language of thy Eyes ? Where is thy beauteous and lovely n^flj & And all the wonders that in thee were feen > .lV/?L Alas! in vain, in vain on thee I raves There is no pity in the ftupid Grave. But fo the Bankrupt fitting on the brim^ O f rhofe fierce billows which had ruin'd him, Begs for his loft Eftate,1 and does complain T o the inexorable Flouds in vain. As well w e may enquire when Rofes die, T o what retirement their fweet Odours flie; Whither their Virtues and their Blufhes hafte, W h e n the fhort triumph of their life is paft; Or call their perifliing Beauties back with tears, As add one moment to thy finiili'd years. No, thou art gone, and thy prefaging Mind So thriftily thy early hours defign'd, That hafty Death was baffled in his Pride, Since nothing of thee but thy Body di'd. Thy Soul was up betimes, and fo concern'd T o ^rafp all Excellence that could be learn'd, That finding nothing fill her thirfting here, T o the Spring-head flie went to quench it there y And fo prepar'd, that being freed from fin She quickly might become a Cherubin. Thou wert all Soul, and through thy Eyes it fhin'd : Afham'd and angry to be fo confin'd, It long'd to be uncag'd, and thither flown Where it might know as clearly as 'twas known. In thefe vaft hopes w e might thy change have found, But trjat Heav'n blinds w h o m it decrees to wound. For Parts fo foon at fo fublime a pitch, A Judgment fo mature, Fancy fo rich, Never appear unto unthankful M e n, But as a Vifion to be hid agen. So glorious Scenes in Mafques, Spectators view With the fliort pleafure of an hour or two 5 POEMS. 4I But that once f>aft, the Ornaments are gone, The Lights extinguifli'd, and the Curtains drawn. Yet all thefe Gifts were thy lefs noble part, Nor was thy Head fd worthy as thy Heart \ Where the Divine Ifnpreffion fhin'd fo clear As fnatch'd thee hence, and yet endear'd thee here I For what in thee did moft command our love, W a s both the caufe and fign of thy remove* Such fools are we, fo fatally w e choofe^ That what w e moft would keep, w e fooneft loofe; The humble greatnefe of thy pious thought, Sweetnefs unforc'd, and Bafhfulnefs untaught, The native Candour of thine open breft And all the Beams wherein thy Worth was dreft Thy Wit fo bright* fo piercing and immenfe, Adornd with wife and lovely Innocence ;„ Might have foretold thou wert not fo corripleat, Buttthat our joy might be as fhort as great. So the poor ^wain beholds hisripen'd Corn Bv fome rough W i n d without a Sickle torn. Never, ah! never let fad Parents gucfs At one remove of future happinefs : But reckon Children 'mong thofe paffing joys, Which one hour gives, and the next hour deftroys, Alas! w e were fecure of our content 5 But find too late that it was onely lent, T o be a Mirrour wherein w e may fee H o w frail w e are, how fpotlefs w e fhould be. But if to thy bleft Soiil m y grief appears, Forgive and pity thefe injurious tears : Impute them to Affection's fad excefs, Which will not yield to Nature's tendernefs, Since 'twas through deareft ties and higheft truft Continued from thy Cradle to thy Duft; And fo rewarded and confiWd by thine, That^ (wo is m e !) I thought thee too much mine, Bui I'll refign> and follow thee as faft As m y unhappy Minutes will make haft. G Till |