ON THE DEATH OF A VERY YOUNG GENTLEMAN. 6 HE who could view the book of destiny, A child, and could not finish him a man; 10 15 And giving us the ufe, did foon recal, 21 25 30 More clear than the corrupted fount began, Thus was the crime not his, but ours alone: And yet we murmur that he went so soon ; 44 Though miracles are short and rarely shown. 40 Learn then, ye mournful parents, and divide That love in many, which in one was ty'd. That individual bleffing is no more, But multiply'd in your remaining store, 49 The flame's difpers'd, but does not all expire; The fparkles blaze, though not the globe of fire. 51 Love him by parts, in all your numerous race, And from those parts form one collected grace; Then, when you have refin❜d to that degree, Imagine all in one, and think that one is he. 55 UPON YOUNG MR. ROGERS, OF GLOUCESTERSHIRE. OF gentle blood, his parents' only treasure, Their lafting forrow, and their vanish'd plea fure, Adorn'd with features, virtues, wit, and grace, A large provision for fo short a race; More moderate gifts might have prolong'd his date, Too early fitted for a better state; 5 MR. ON THE DEATH OF PURCELL. SET TO MUSIC BY DR. BLOW. I. MARK how the lark and linnet fing; They strain their warbling throats, But in the close of night, When Philomel begins her heavenly lay, They cease their mutual spite, And, lift'ning, filently obey. II. So ceas'd the rival crew, when Purcell came; They fung no more, or only fung his fame: 11 Struck dumb, they all admir'd the godlike man: The godlike man, Alas! too foon retired, 15 |