Of her great Confort, provident and mild.
Now wander'd mufing thro' the darkning depth
Of thickest woods, friendly to folemn thought:
Now o'er broad lawns fair-op'ning to the fun.
Nor midst her rural plans difdain'd to mix
The useful arable, and waving corn
With foft turf border'd, and the lowly cot,
That half appears, in branching elms obfcur'd.
Here beauty dwells, affembled from the scenes
Of various nature; fuch as oft inflam'd
With rapture Grecian bards, in that fair vale,
Theffalian Tempe, or thy fav'rite foil,
Arcadia, erft by awe-ftruck Fancy fill'd
With wand'ring forms, the woodland Deities,
Light Nymphs and wanton Satyrs, faintly seen
Quick glancing thro' the fhade at close of eve,
Great Pan, and old Silenius. Hither led
By folitary grief fhall GEORGE recall
Th' endearing manners, the soft speech, that flow'd
From his lov'd Confort, virtue mix'd with love,
Prudence, and mild infinuating sense:
But chief her thoughtful breast of counfels deep
Capacious, nor unequal to the weight
Of Government. Such was the royal mind
Of wife ELIZA, name of loveliest found
To British ears, and pattern fair to Kings:
Or she who rules the Scepter of the North
Illuftrious, fpreading o'er a barb'rous world
The light of arts and manners, and with arms
Infefts th' aftonifh'd Sultan, hardly now
With fcatter'd troops refifting; fhe drives on
The heavy war, and shakes th' Imperial Throne
Of old Byzantium. Latest time shall found
The praise of female genius. Oft fhall GEORGE
Pay the kind tear, and grief of tender words
To CAROLINE, thus oft lamenting fad.
"Hail facred shade! by me with endless woe
"Still honour'd! ever in my breast shall dwell
"Thy image, ever present to my foul
"Thy faithful love, in length of years mature:
"O skill'd t' enliven time, to soften care
"With looks and fmiles and friendship's chearful voice!
"Anxious, of Thee bereft, a folitude
"I feel, that not the fond condoling cares
"Of our fad offspring can remove. Ev'n now "With lonely fteps I trace the gloomy groves,
Thy lov'd receffes, ftudious to recall
"The vanifh'd blifs, and cheat my wandring thoughts "With fweet illufion. Yet I not accufe
"Heav'n's difpenfation. Profperous and long "Have been my days, and not unknown to fame, "That dwells with virtue. But 'tis hard to part "The league of antient friendship, to refign "The home-felt fondnefs, the fecure delight, "That reason nourish'd, and fair time approv'd."
AS IT IS REPRESENTED ON THE EAST WINDOW
OF WINCHESTER COLL. CHAPEL.
WRITTEN AT WINTON SCHOOL, BY MR. LOWTHE.
AT once to raise our rev'rence and delight,
To elevate the mind, and please the fight,
Το pour in virtue at th' attentive eye,
And waft the foul on wings of extacy;
For this the painter's art with nature vies,
And bids the vifionary faint arife;
Who views the facred forms, in thought afpires,
Catches pure zeal, and as he gazes, fires;
Feels the fame ardour to his breast convey'd,
Is what he fees, and emulates the shade.
Thy ftrokes, great Artist, so sublime appear,
They check our pleasure with an awful fear;
While, thro' the mortal line, the God you trace,
Author himself, and Heir of Jeffe's race;
In raptures we admire thy bold defign,
And, as the subject, own the hand divine.
While thro' thy work the rifing day shall stream,
So long shall laft thine honour, praise, and name.
And may thy labours to the Muse impart
Some emanation from her fifter art,
To animate the verse, and bid it shine
In colours eafy, bright, and ftrong, as Thine.
Supine on earth an awful figure lies,
While fofteft flumbers feem to feal his eyes;
The hoary fire Heav'ns guardian care demands,
And at his feet the watchful angel ftands.
The form auguft and large, the mien divine
Betray the founder of Meffiah's line.
Lo! from his loins the promis'd ftem afcends,
And high to Heaven its facred boughs extends :
Each limb productive of fome hero fprings,
And blooms luxuriant with a race of kings.
Th'eternal plant wide spreads its arms around,
And with the mighty branch the mystic top is
And lo! the glories of th' illuftrious line At their firft dawn with ripen'd fplendors shine, In DAVID all exprefs'd; the good, the great, The king, the hero, and the man compleat. Serene he fits, and fweeps the golden lyre, And blends the prophet's, with the poet's fire. See! with what art he strikes the vocal strings, The God, his theme, infpiring what he fings! Hark----or our ears delude us-------from his tongue
Sweet flows, or feems to flow, fome heav'nly fong.
Oh! could thine art arreft the flitting found,
And paint the voice in magic numbers bound,
Could the warm fun, as erft when Mem non play'd,
Wake with his rifing beam the vocal shade:
Then might he draw th' attentive angels down,
Bending to hear the lay, so sweet, so like their own.
On either fide the monarch's offspring fhine,
And fome adorn, and fome difgrace their line.
Here Ammon glories; proud, incestuous lord!
This hand fuftains the robe, and that the sword.
Frowning and fierce, with haughty ftrides he tow'rs,
And on his horrid brow defiance low'rs.
There Abfolam the ravish'd fceptre sways,
And his ftol'n honour all his fhame difplays:
The base ufurper Youth! who joins in one
The rebel fubject, and th' ungrateful fon.
Amid the royal race fee Nathan stand:
Fervent he seems to speak, and lift his hand;
His looks th' emotion of his foul disclose,
And eloquence from every gefture flows.
Such and so stern he came, ordain'd to bring
Th' ungrateful mandate to the guilty King:
When, at his dreadful voice, a fudden smart
Shot thro' the trembling Monarch's confcious heart;
From his own lips condemn'd; fevere decree!
Had his God prov'd so stern a Judge as He.
But man with frailty is allay'd by birth;
Confummate purity ne'er dwelt on earth:
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