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ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT,
DYING OF A COUGH.
O FAIREST flower, no sooner blown but blasted,
That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss,
For since grim Aquilo,2 his charioteer,
Of long-uncoupled bed and childless eld,
So, mounting up in icy-pearled car,
But, all unawares, with his cold-kind embrace
1. On the Death of a Fair Infant :' this was written when the author was seventeen. The child was a daughter of his sister Phillipps.—2 • Aquilo,' or Boreas, the north wind, ravished Orithyra; sec Ovid, Met. vi.
Young Hyacinth, born on Eurotas' strand,
But then transform’d him to a purple flower : Alack, that so to change thee Winter had no power !
Yet can I not persuade me thou art dead,
Oh no! for something in thy face did shine
Oh say me true, if thou art mortal wight,
Of sheeny Heaven, and thou, some goddess, fled,
1. Earth's sons :' the Giants.--Maid: 'Justice.
Or wert thou that sweet-smiling youth ?1
any other of that heavenly brood Let down in cloudy throne to do the world some good ?
Or wert thou of the golden-winged host,
Thereby to set the hearts of men on fire
But oh! why didst thou not stay here below * To bless us with thy heaven-lov'd innocence,
To slake his wrath whom sin hath made our foe,
To stand 'twixt us and our deserved smart?
Then thou, the Mother of so sweet a Child,
This if thou do, He will an offspring give,
! • Youth :' Mercy.
Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race;
Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee, O Time!
1. On Time:' this was meant to be set on a clock-case.—2 Individual :' inseparable.
AT A SOLEMN MUSICK.
Blest pair of Syrens, pledges of Heaven's joy, Sphere-born harmonious sisters, Voice and Verse, Wed your divine sounds, and mix'd power employ, Dead things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce ; And to our high-rais'd phantasy present That undisturbed song of pure concent, Aye sung before the sapphire-colour'd throne To Him that sits thereon, With saintly shout, and solemn jubilee ; Where the bright Seraphim, in burning row, Their loud up-lifted angel-trumpets blow; And the Cherubick host, in thousand quires, Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly : That we on earth, with undiscording voice, May rightly answer that melodious noise ; As once we did, till disproportion'd sin Jarr'd against Nature's chime, and with harsh din Broke the fair musick that all creatures made To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'd In perfect diapason, whilst they stood In first obedience, and their state of good. O, may we soon again renew that song, And keep in tune with Heaven, till God ere long To his celestial consort us unite, To live with him, and sing in endless morn of light!