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LOST too early! and too lately known !

My love's intended marks receive in one ; Where, new to ease, and recent from thy pains, With ampler joy thou tread'st the blissful plains : If there, regardful of the ways of men,

:5 Thou seest with pity what thou once haft been, O gentle shade! accept this humble verse, Amidst the meaner honours of thy hearse.

How does thy Phocyas warm Britannia's youth,
In arms to glory, and in love to truth!
Oh! if the Muse of future aught presage,
These feeds shall ripen in the coming age;
Then youths, renown'd for many a field well-fought,
Shall own the glorious lessons thou hast taught;
Honour's strict laws shall reign in every mind, 15
And every Phocyas his Eudocia find.
O! yet be this the lowest of thy fame,
To form the hero, and instruct the dame ;
I see the Chriftian, friend, relation, fon,
Burn for the glorious course that thou hast run.

If aught we owe thy pencil, or thy lyre,
Of manly strokes, or of superior fire,
How must thy Muse be ever own’d divine,
And in the sacred lift unrival'd shine!
Nor joyous health was thine, nor downy ease;
To thee forbidden was the soft recess;





Worn with disease, and never-ceasing pain,
How firmly did thy soul her seat maintain !
Early thy side the mortal shaft receiv'd,
All, but the wounded hero, faw and griev'd.
No sense of smart, no anguish, could control,
Or turn the generous purpose of his soul.
Witness ye nobler arts, by Heaven defign'd
To charm the senses, and improve the mind,
How through your mazes, with incessant toil,

He urg'd his way, to reap th' immortal spoil!
So fabled Orpheus tun'd his potent song,
Death's circling shades, and Stygian glooms among.

Of thy great labours this, the last * and chief, At once demands our wonder, and our grief; 40 Thy foul in clouded majesty till now Its finish'd beauties did but partly show ; Wondering we saw disclos'd the ample store, Griev'd in that instant, to expect no more.

So in the evening of fome doubtful day, 45 And clouds divided with a mingled ray, Haply the golden sun unveils his light, And his whole glories spreads at once to fight; Th’enliven'd world look up with gladsome cheer, Bless the gay scene, nor heed the night so near ; 50 Sudden, the lucent orb drops swiftly down, Through western skies, to shine in worlds unknown,

March 28, 1720.

Wm. Cow PER

* The Siege of Damascus,


FROM thy long languishing, and painful ftrife

, Of breath and labour drawn, and wasting life, Accomplish'd spirit! thou at length art free, Born into bliss and immortality! Thy struggles are no more; the palm is won ; 5 Thy brows encircled with the victor's crown; While lonely left, and defolate below, Full grief I feel, and all a Brother's woe! Yet would I linger on a little space, Before I clofe my quick-expiring race,

Till I have gather'd up, with grateful pains,
Thy Works, thy dear unperithing remains;
An undecaying Monument to stand,
Rais’d to thy name by thy own skilful hand.
Then let me wing from earth my willing way,
To meet thy soul in blaze of living day,
Rapt to the skies, like thee, with joyful fight,
An inmate of the heavens, adopted into light !
30 March, 1720.

Ob. 17 Jan. 1731.

Anno Æt. 46.


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IMMORTAL Bard! though from the world retir’d,

Still known to fame, still honour'd, and admir'd!
While fill'd with joy, in happier realms you stray,
And dwell in mansions of eternal day ;
While you, conspicuous through the heavenly choir, 5
With swelling rapture tune the chosen lyre;
Where echoing angels the glad notes prolong,
Or with attentive filence crown your song ;
Forgive the Muse that in unequal lays
Offers this humble tribute of her praise.

Loft in thy works, how oft I pass the day,
While the swift hours fteal unperceiv'd away;
There, in sweet union, wit and virtue charm,
And noblest sentiments the bosom warm ;
The brave, the wise, the virtuous, and the fair,

15 May view themselves in fadeless colours there.

Through every polith'd piece correctness flows,
Yet each bright page with sprightly fancy glows ;
Oh! happy elegance, where thus are join'd
A solid judgment, and a wit refin'd!

Here injur'a Phocyas and Ecdocia claim
A lasiing pity, and a lafting fame :
Thy heroine's fofter virtues charm the fight,
And fill our fouls with ravishing delight.
Exalted love and dauntless courage meet,

25 To make thy hero's character complete. This finish'd piece the noblest pens commend, And ev’n the critics are the poet's friend.


Led on by thee, those * flowery paths I view, For ever lovely, and for ever new,

30 Where all the Graces with joint force

To stem th' impetuous follies of the age :
Virtue, there deck'd in ever-blooming charms,
With such resistless rays of beauty warms,
That Vice, abash'd, confounded, skulks away, 35
As night retires at dawn of rofy day.

Struck with his guilt, the hardy Atheist dreads
Approaching fate, and trembles as he reads :
Vanquish'd by reason, yet asham'd to fly,
He dares not own a God, nor yet deny:

40 Convinc'd, though late, forgiveness he implores; Shrinks from the jaws of hell, and heaven adores.

Hither the wild, the frolic, and the gay, As thoughtless through their wanton rounds they stray, Compell’d by fame, repair with curious eye, 45 And their own various forms with wonder spy. The cenfor so polite, so kindly true, They see their faults, and ficken at the view. Hence trifling Damon ceases to be vain ; And Cloe scorns to give her lover pain :

50 Strephon is true, who ne'er was true before ; And Cælia bids him love, but not adore.

Though Addison and STEELE the honour claim, Here to stand foremost on the list of fame; Yet still the traces of thy hand we see,

55 Some of the brightest thoughts are due to thee.

* Alluding to the Spectators written by Mr. Hughes.

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