Whose harmless life in silent flow Within these circling shades has past, What happier death could Heaven bestow, Than in these shades to breathe his last? 'Twas here he fell: not far removed Has earth received him in her breast; Still far beside the scenes he loved, In holy ground his relicks rest. Each clambering woodbine, flaunting rose, Which round yon bower he taught to wave, With every fragrant brier that blows, Shall send a wreath to bind his grave. Each village matron, village maid, Shall with chaste fingers chaplets tie. Due honours to the rural dead, If spirits walk, as fabling age Relates to childhood's wondering ear, Full oft, does fancy dare presage, Athwart yon glade, at night's pale noon, Perhaps the tasks on earth he knew Nay, every morn, in times to come, If softer swell the verdant glade, Shall be-Poor Walter has been here. MOSES BROWNE. 1703-1787. This writer was originally a pen-cutter, but he took orders, and obtained the vicarage of Olney, and was also chaplain to Morden College; he was one of the first contributors to the Gentleman's Magazine, and obtained some of the prizes offered by Mr. Cave for the best Poems; besides some dramatick pieces, and an edition of Isaac Walton's Complete Angler; he published, 1 a volume of Poems, 1739. 2 Sunday Thoughts, a Poem, 1749 3 Percy Lodge, a descriptive Poem, 1756. His Piscatory Eclogues were reprinted in 1773. He seems to have enjoyed life to the very last. Cooper had wished for his Parsonage for Lady Hesketh But Moses Browne our Vicar,' he says, who as I told you is in his eighty-sixth year, is not bound to die for that reason;' he said himself when he was here last summer, 'that he should live ten years longer, and for ought that appears, so he may.' His letter is dated 1786, and if its statement be accurate, as seems probable, Browne must have been born in 1700. From An Essay on the Universe. * Why did Heaven produce This Orb, but for his Planets, mutual use? In the bright knot, where six small Pleiads shine, Where famed Orion's constellation glows, Two thousand mingled Stars their Orbs disclose. How thick, discernible to aided sight, Their central forms possess the milky height ! What, tho' no Planets round these Orbs of light Seen from their Region would thy Wanderers run View'd with his kindred lamps (their night to cheer) In the same surface of one concave sphere. |