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The glowing stars and silver queen of light At last must perish in the gloom of night: Resign thy friends to that Almighty hand, Which gave them life, and bow to his command; Thine Avis give without a murmā€™ring heart, Though half thy soul be fated to depart. To shining guards consign thine infant care To waft triumphant through the seas of air: Her soul enlargā€™d to heavā€™nly pleasure springs, She feeds on truth and uncreated things. Methinks I hear her in the realms above, And leaning forward with a filial love, Invite you there to share immortal bliss Unknown, untasted in a state like this. With towā€™ring hopes, and growing grace arise, And seek beatitude beyond the skies.

 

On the Death of Dr. SAMUEL MARSHALL.

 

1771.

 

THROUGH thickest glooms look back, immortal

shade, On that confusion which thy death has made: Or from Olympusā€™ height look down, and see A Town involvā€™d in grief bereft of thee. Thy Lucy sees thee mingle with the dead, And rends the graceful tresses from her head, Wild in her woe, with grief unknown opprest Sigh follows sigh deep heaving from her breast.

Too quickly fled, ah! whither art thou gone? Ah! lost for ever to thy wife and son! The hapless child, thine only hope and heir, Clings round his motherā€™s neck, and weeps his sorrows

there. The loss of thee on Tylerā€™s soul returns, And Boston for her dear physician mourns.

When sickness callā€™d for Marshallā€™s healing hand, With what compassion did his soul expand? In him we found the father and the friend: In life how lovā€™d! how honourā€™d in his end!

And must not then our AEsculapius stay To bring his lingā€™ring infant into day? The babe unborn in the dark womb is tost, And seems in anguish for its father lost.

Gone is Apollo from his house of earth, But leaves the sweet memorials of his worth: The common parent, whom we all deplore, From yonder world unseen must come no more, Yet ā€˜midst our woes immortal hopes attend The spouse, the sire, the universal friend.

 

To a GENTLEMAN on his Voyage to Great-Britain for the Recovery of his Health.

WHILE others chant of gay Elysian scenes, Of balmy zephyrs, and of flowā€™ry plains, My song more happy speaks a greater name, Feels higher motives and a nobler flame. For thee, O Rā€“ā€”, the muse attunes her strings, And mounts sublime above inferior things.

I sing not now of green embowā€™ring woods, I sing not now the daughters of the floods, I sing not of the storms oā€™er ocean drivā€™n, And how they howlā€™d along the waste of heavā€™n. But I to Rā€“ā€” would paint the British shore, And vast Atlantic, not untryā€™d before: Thy life impairā€™d commands thee to arise, Leave these bleak regions and inclement skies, Where chilling winds return the winter past, And nature shudders at the furious blast.

O thou stupendous, earth-enclosing main Exert thy wonders to the world again! If ere thy powā€™r prolongā€™d the fleeting breath, Turnā€™d back the shafts, and mockā€™d the gates of death, If ere thine air dispensā€™d an healing powā€™r, Or snatchā€™d the victim from the fatal hour, This equal case demands thine equal care, And equal wonders may this patient share. But unavailing, frantic is the dream To hope thine aid without the aid of him Who gave thee birth and taught thee where to flow, And in thy waves his various blessings show.

May Rā€“ā€” return to view his native shore Replete with vigour not his own before, Then shall we see with pleasure and surprise, And own thy work, great Ruler of the skies!

 

To the Rev. DR. THOMAS AMORY, on

reading his Sermons on DAILY DEVOTION,

in which that Duty is recommended and

assisted.

TO cultivate in evā€™ry noble mind Habitual grace, and sentiments refinā€™d, Thus while you strive to mend the human heart, Thus while the heavā€™nly precepts you impart, O may each bosom catch the sacred fire, And youthful minds to Virtueā€™s throne aspire!

When Godā€™s eternal ways you set in sight, And Virtue shines in all her native light, In vain would Vice her works in night conceal, For Wisdomā€™s eye pervades the sable veil.

Artists may paint the sunā€™s effulgent rays, But Amoryā€™s pen the brighter God displays: While his great works in Amoryā€™s pages shine, And while he proves his essence all divine, The Atheist sure no more can boast aloud Of chance, or nature, and exclude the God; As if the clay without the potterā€™s aid Should rise in various forms, and shapes self-made, Or worlds above with orb oā€™er orb profound Self-movā€™d could run the everlasting round. It cannot beā€”unerring Wisdom guides With eye propitious, and oā€™er all presides.

Still prosper, Amory! still mayā€™st thou receive The warmest blessings which a muse can give, And when this transitory state is oā€™er, When kingdoms fall, and fleeting Fameā€™s no more, May Amory triumph in immortal fame, A nobler title, and superior name!

 

On the Death of J. C. an Infant.

NO more the flowā€™ry scenes of pleasure rife, Nor charming prospects greet the mental eyes, No more with joy we view that lovely face Smiling, disportive, flushā€™d with evā€™ry grace.

The tear of sorrow flows from evā€™ry eye, Groans answer groans, and sighs to sighs reply; What sudden pangs shot throā€™ each aching heart, When, Death, thy messenger dispatchā€™d his dart? Thy dread attendants, all-destroying Powā€™r, Hurried the infant to his mortal hour. Couldā€™st thou unpitying close those radiant eyes? Or failā€™d his artless beauties to surprise? Could not his innocence thy stroke controul, Thy purpose shake, and soften all thy soul?

The blooming babe, with shades of Death oā€™erspread, No more shall smile, no more shall raise its head, But, like a branch that from the tree is torn, Falls prostrate, witherā€™d, languid, and forlorn. ā€œWhere flies my James?ā€ ā€˜tis thus I seem to hear The parent ask, ā€œSome angel tell me where ā€œHe wings his passage throā€™ the yielding air?ā€ Methinks a cherub bending from the skies Observes the question, and serene replies, ā€œIn heavā€™ns high palaces your babe appears: ā€œPrepare to meet him, and dismiss your tears.ā€ Shall not thā€™ intelligence your grief restrain, And turn the mournful to the cheerful strain? Cease your complaints, suspend each rising sigh, Cease to accuse the Ruler of the sky. Parents, no more indulge the falling tear: Let Faith to heavā€™nā€™s refulgent domes repair, There see your infant, like a seraph glow: What charms celestial in his numbers flow Melodious, while the foul-enchanting strain Dwells on his tongue, and fills thā€™ ethereal plain? Enoughā€”for ever cease your murmā€™ring breath; Not as a foe, but friend converse with Death, Since to the port of happiness unknown He brought that treasure which you call your own. The gift of heavā€™n intrusted to your hand Cheerful resign at the divine command: Not at your bar must sovā€™reign Wisdom stand.

 

An H Y M N to H U M A N I T Y.

To S. P. G. Esq;

 

I. LO! for this dark terrestrial ball Forsakes his azure-paved hall

A prince of heavā€™nly birth! Divine Humanity behold, What wonders rise, what charms unfold

At his descent to earth!

 

II. The bosoms of the great and good With wonder and delight he viewā€™d,

And fixā€™d his empire there: Him, close compressing to his breast, The sire of gods and men addressā€™d,

ā€œMy son, my heavā€™nly fair!

 

III. ā€œDescend to earth, there place thy throne; ā€œTo succour manā€™s afflicted son

ā€œEach human heart inspire: ā€œTo act in bounties unconfinā€™d ā€œEnlarge the close contracted mind,

ā€œAnd fill it with thy fire.ā€

 

IV. Quick as the word, with swift career He wings his course from star to star,

And leaves the bright abode. The Virtue did his charms impart; Their Gā€“ā€”! then thy rapturā€™d heart

Perceivā€™d the rushing God:

 

V. For when thy pitying eye did see The languid muse in low degree,

Then, then at thy desire Descended the celestial nine; Oā€™er me methought they deignā€™d to shine,

And deignā€™d to string my lyre.

 

VI. Can Africā€™s muse forgetful prove? Or can such friendship fail to move

A tender human heart? Immortal Friendship laurel-crownā€™d The smiling Graces all surround

With evā€™ry heavā€™nly Art.

 

To the Honourable T. H. Esq; on the Death

of his Daughter.

WHILE deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shade The hand of Death, and your dear daughter

laid In dust, whose absence gives your tears to flow, And racks your bosom with incessant woe, Let Recollection take a tender part, Assuage the raging tortures of your heart, Still the wild tempest of tumultuous grief, And pour the heavā€™nly nectar of relief: Suspend the sigh, dear Sir, and check the groan, Divinely bright your daughterā€™s Virtues shone: How free from scornful pride her gentle mind, Which neā€™er its aid to indigence declinā€™d! Expanding free, it sought the means to prove Unfailing charity, unbounded love!

She unreluctant flies to see no more Her dear-lovā€™d parents on earthā€™s dusky shore: Impatient heavā€™nā€™s resplendent goal to gain, She with swift progress cuts the azure plain, Where grief subsides, where changes are no more, And lifeā€™s tumultuous billows cease to roar; She leaves her earthly mansion for the skies, Where new creations feast her wondā€™ring eyes.

To heavā€™nā€™s high mandate cheerfully resignā€™d She mounts, and leaves the rolling globe behind; She, who late wishā€™d that Leonard might return, Has ceasā€™d to languish, and forgot to mourn; To the same high empyreal mansions come, She joins her spouse, and smiles upon the tomb: And thus I hear her from the realms above: ā€œLo! this the kingdom of celestial love! ā€œCould ye, fond parents, see our present bliss, ā€œHow soon would you each sigh, each fear dismiss? ā€œAmidst unutterā€™d pleasures whilst I play ā€œIn the fair sunshine of celestial day, ā€œAs far as grief affects an happy soul ā€œSo far doth grief my better mind controul, ā€œTo see on earth my aged parents mourn, ā€œAnd secret wish for Tā€“ā€”! to return: ā€œLet brighter scenes your evā€™ning-hours employ: ā€œConverse with heavā€™n, and taste the promisā€™d joyā€

 

NIOBE in Distress for her Children slain by

APOLLO, from Ovidā€™s Metamorphoses,

Bood VI. and from a view of the Painting

of Mr. Richard Wilson.

APOLLOā€™s wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innumā€™rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who didā€™st first thā€™ ideal pencil give, And taughtā€™st the painter in his works to live, Inspire with glowing energy of thought, What Wilson painted, and what Ovid wrote. Muse! lend thy aid, nor let me sue in vain, Thoā€™ last and meanest of the rhyming train! O guide my pen in lofty strains to show The Phrygian queen, all beautiful in woe.

ā€˜Twas where Maeonia spreads her wide domain Niobe dwelt, and held her potent reign: See in her hand the regal sceptre shine, The wealthy heir of Tantalus divine, He most distinguishā€™d by Dodonean Jove, To approach the tables of the gods above: Her grandsire Atlas, who with mighty pains Thā€™ ethereal axis on his neck sustains: Her other grandsire on the throne on high Rolls the loud-pealing thunder throā€™ the sky.

Her spouse, Amphion, who from Jove too springs, Divinely taught to sweep the sounding strings.

Seven sprightly sons the royal bed adorn, Seven daughters beauteous as the opā€™ning morn, As when Aurora fills the ravishā€™d sight, And decks the orient realms with rosy light From their bright eyes the living splendors play, Nor can beholders bear the flashing ray.

Wherever, Niobe, thou turnā€™st thine eyes, New beauties kindle, and new joys arise! But thou hadā€™st far the happier mother provā€™d, If this fair offspring had been less belovā€™d: What if their charms exceed Auroraā€™s teint. No words could tell them, and no pencil paint, Thy love too vehement hastens to destroy Each blooming maid, and each celestial boy.

Now Manto comes, enduā€™d with mighty

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