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For that was their perfection: she was such, They never could exprefs her mind too much. So unexhausted her perfections were,
That, for more children, fhe had more to fpare;
For fouls unborn, whom her untimely death
Enough ftill left to fanctify her kind.
Then wonder not to fee this foul extend 240 The bounds, and feek fome other felf, a friend: As fwelling feas to gentle rivers glide, To feek repofe, and empty out the tide ; So this full foul, in narrow limits pent, Unable to contain her, fought a vent, To iffue out, and in fome friendly breast Discharge her treafures, and fecurely reft: To unbofom all the fecrets of her heart, Take good advice, but better to impart. For 'tis the blifs of friendship's holy ftate, 250To mix their minds, and to communicate; Though bodies cannot, fouls can penetrate : Fixt to her choice, inviolably true, And wifely choofing, for the chofe but few. Some the muft have; but in no one could find A tally fitted for fo large a mind.
The fouls of friends like kings in progrefsare; Still in their own, though from the palace far:
Thus her friend's heart her country dwelling
A sweet retirement to a coarser place;
This is the imperfect draught; but short as far
As the true height and bigness of a star Exceeds the measures of the aftronomer. 265She shines above, we know; but in what place, How near the throne, and heaven's imperial face,
By our weak optics is but vainly guest;
Though all these rare endowments of the
Were in a narrow fpace of life confin'd,
As when in glory, through the public place,
So in the ftraiten'd bounds of life confin'd, 280 She gave but glimpses of her glorious mind :
And multitudes of virtues pafs'd along ;
But every act ftood ready to repeat.
Her fellow-faints with bufy care will look For her bleft name in fate's eternal book; And, pleas'd to be outdone, with joy will fee Numberlefs virtues, endlefs charity: But more will wonder at fo fhort an age, To find a blank beyond the thirtieth page: And with a pious fear begin to doubt The piece imperfect, and the reft torn out. But 'twas her Saviour's time; and, could there be A copy near the original, 'twas the.
As precious gums are not for lasting fire, They but perfume the temple, and expire: So was the foon exhal'd, and vanth'd hence; A fhort fweet odour, of a vaft expence. She vanish'd, we can fcarcely fay the dy'd; 305 For but a now did heaven and earth divide: She pafs'd ferenely with a fingle breath; This moment perfect health, the next was death:
One figh did her eternal blifs affure;
So little penance needs, when fouls are almoft
As gentle dreams our waking thoughts purfue;
Or, one dream pafs'd, we flide into a new;
No pains the fuffer'd, nor expir'd with noise; Her foul was whifper'd out with God's still
As an old friend is beckon'd to a feast,
defcending courier] The original edition by a laughable errour of the prefs-defcending courtier.
He kept his hour,. and found her where the
Cloth'd all in white, the livery of the day: 330 Scarce had the finn'd in thought, or word, or act;
Unless omiffions were to pafs for fact:
That hardly death a confequence could draw, To make her liable to nature's law.
And, that the dy'd, we only have to show 335
Or, like the fiery car on the third errand fent.
O happy foul! if thou canft view from high, 340
Ver. 341. Where thou art all intelligence, all eye,] Dryden perhaps had in memory his master's description of fpirits, Par. L. B. vi. 350.
"All heart they live, all head, all eye, all ear,