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The cross so strong a red, it sheds a stain

Nor cease at eve, but with the setting Sup Where'er it floats, on earth, in air, or main; My endless worship shall be still begun. Flushes the hill, and sets on fire the wood,

And, ob ! perinit the glooin of solemn night And turns the deep-dy'd ocean into blood.

To sacred thought may forcibly invite. Oh formidable GIORY! dreadful bright ! When this world's shut, and awful planets rise, Refulgent torture to the guilty sight,

Call on our minds, and raise them to the skies; Ah turn, unwary Muse, vor dare reveal

Compose our souls with a less dazzling sight, What horrid thoughts with the polluted dwell. And show all Nature in a milder light; Say not (to make the Sun shrink in his beam), How every boisterous thought in calms subsides! Dare not affirm, they wish it all a dreain; How the smoothi'd spirit into gooriness glides ! Wislı, or their souls may with their limbs decay, O how divine! to tread the milky way, Or God be spoil'd of his eternal sway.

To the bright palace of the Lord of day : But rather, if thou know'st the means, unfold His court admire, or for bis favour sue, How they with transport might the scene behold, Or leagues of friendship with his saints renew;

Ab! how but by repentance, by a mind Pleas'd to look down, and see the world asleep, Quick, and severe its own offence to find ?

While I long vigils to its Founder keep ! By tears, and groans, and never-ceasing care, “ Canst thou not shake the centre? Oh control, Avd all the pious violence of prayer?

Subdue by force, the rebel in my soul : Thus then, with fervency till now unknown, Tholl, who canst still the raging of the flood, I cast my heart before th' eternal throne,

Restrain the various tumults of my blood; In this great temple, which the skies surround, Teach me, with equal firmness, to sustain For homage to its Lord, a narrow bound.

Alluring pleasure, and assaulting pain. “O Tbou ! whose balance does the mountains O may I pant for thee in each desire ! weigh,

And with strong faith foment the holy fire! Whose will the wild tumultuous seas obey,

Stretch out my soul in biope, and grasp the prize Whose breath can turn those watry worldsto slame, which in Eternity's deep bosom lies! That flame to tempest, and that tempest tame; At the Great Day of recompense behold, Earth's meanest son, all trembling, prostrate Deroid of fear, the fatal look unfold! falls,

Then wafted upward to the blissful seat, And on the boundless of thy goodness calls. From age to age, my grateful song repeat;

Oh! give the winds all past offence to sweep, My light, my life, my God, my Saviour see, To scatter wide, or bury in the deep :

And rival angels in the praise of THEE.
Thy power, my weakness, may I ever see,
And wholly dedicate my soul to thee:
Reign o'er my will; my passions ebb and flow
At thy command, nor human motive know!

BOOK III.
If anger boil, let anger be my praise,
And sin the graceful indignation raise ;
My love be warm to succour the distress'd,

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quoque in fatis reminiscitur, affore tempus, And lift the burthen from the soul oppress'd. Quo mare, quo tellus, correptaque regia cæli Oh may my understanding ever read

Ardeat; et mundi moles operosa laborét. This glorious volume, which thy wisdom made !

Orin Mar, Who decks the maiden Spring with flowery pride ? Who calls forth Summer, like a sparkling bride ? Who joys the mother Autumn's bed to crown? The book unfolding; the resplendent seat And bids old Winter lay her honours down? Of saints and angels; the tremendous fate Not the great Ottoman, or greater Czar,

Of guilty souls; the gloomy realms of woc; Not Europe's arbitress of peace and war.

And all the horrours of the world below; May sea and land, and Earth and Heaven be join'd, I next presume to sing: what yet remains To bring th' eternal Author to my mind!

Demands my last, but most exalted strains. When oceans roar, or awful thunders roll,

And let the Muse or now atlect the sky, May thoughts of thy dread vengeance shake my Or in inglorious shades for ever lie. soul !

She kindles, she's intlam'd so near the goal; When Earth's in bloom, or planets proudly shine, She mounts, she gains upon the starry pole ; Adore, my heart, the MAJESTY Divine !

The world grows less as she pursues her flight, “ Through every scene of life, or peace, or war, And the Sun darkens to her distant sight. Plenty, or want, thy glory be my care !

Heaven opening, all its sacred pomp displays, Shine we in arms? or sing beneath our vine ? And overwhelms her with the rushing blaze ! Thine is the vintage, and the conquest thine: The triumph rings! archangels shout around! Thy pleasure points the shaft, and bends the And echoing Nature lengthens out the sound ! bow;

Ten thousand trumpets now at once advance ; The cluster blasts, or bids it brightly glow : Now deepest silence lulls the vast expanse : 'Tis thou that lead'st our powerful armies fortli, So deep the silence, and so strong the blast, And giv'st great Anne thy sceptre o'er the north. As Nature died, when she had groan'd her last.

“ Grant I may ever, at the morning-ray, Nor man, nor angel, moves; the Judge on high Open with prayer the consecrated day ;

Looks round, and with his glory fills the sky : Tune thy great praise, and bid my soul arise, Then on the fatal book his hand he lays, And with the mounting Sun ascend the skies : Which high to view supporting seraphs raise ; As that advances, let my zeal improve,

In solemn form the rituals are prepar'd, And glow with ardour of consummate love; The seal is broken, and a groan is heard,

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And thou, my soul, (oh fall to sudden prayer, Southern or eastern sceptre downward hurl’d, And let the thought sink deep!) shalt thou be there? Gare north or west domininon o'er the world;

See on the left (for by the great command The point of time, for which the world was built, The throng divided falls on either hand ;)

For which the blood of God himself was spilt, How weak, how paie, how baggard, how obscene, That dreadful moment is arriv'dWhat more than death in every face and mien ! Alofi, the seats of bliss their pomp (lisplay With what distress, and glarings of atiright, Brighter than brightness. this distinguishi day; They shock the heart, and turn away the sight ! Less glorious, when of old th' eternal Son In gloomy orbs their trembling eye-balls roll,

From realms of night return’d with tropbies won; And tell the horrid secrets of the soul.

Through Heaven's high gates, when he triumphant Each gesture mourns, each look is black with care,

rode, And every grvan is lvaden with despair.

And shouting angels hail'd the victor God. Reader, if guilty, spare the Muse, and find Horrours, leneath, darkness in darkne s, Hell A truer image pictur’d in thy mind.

Of Hell, where torments behind torments dwell; Shouldst thou behold thy brother, father, wife, A furnace formidable, deep, and wide, And all the soft companions of thy life,

O'er-boiling with a mad sulphureous tide, Whose blended interests level at one aim,

Expands its jaus, most dreadful to survey, W bose mix'd desires sent up one common flame, And roars outrageous for the destin'd prey. Divided far; thy wrecthed self alone

The sons of light scarce unappall'd look down, Cast on the left, of all whom thou hast known; And nearer press Heaven's everlasting throne. How would it wound! What millions wouldst thou Such is the scene; and one short moment's space give

Concludes the hopes and fears of human race. For one inore trial, one more day to live !

Proceed who dares ! I tremble as I write; Flung back in time an hour, a moment's space,

The whole creation swims before my sight: To grasp with eagerness the means of

grace;

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see, I see, the Judge's frowning brow; Contend for mercy with a pious rage,

Say not, 't is di-tant; I behold it now; And in that moment to redeem an age ?

I faint, my, tardy blood forgets to flow, Drive back the tide, suspend a storm of air, My soul recoils at the stupendous woe; Arrest the Sun; but still of this despair.

That woe, those pangs, which from the guilty breast, Mark, on the right, bow amiable a grace ! In these, or words like these, shall be exprest :Their Maker's image fresh in every face!

“ Who burst the barriers of my peaceful grave? What purple bloom my ravish'd soul admires, Ah ! cruel Death, that would no longer save, And their eyes sparkling with immortal tires ! But grudg'd me e'en that narrow dark abode, Triumphant beauty! charins that rise above And cast me out into the wrath of God; This world, and in blest angels kindle love! Where shrieks, the roaring Damne, the rattling: To the Great Judge with holy pride they turn,

chain, And dare behold th’ Almighty's anger burn;

And all the dreadful eloquence of pain, Its fiash sustain, against its terrour rise,

Our only song ; black fire's malignant light, And on the dread tribunal fix their eyes.

The sole refreshment of the blasted sight. Are these the forms that moulder'd in the dust? Must all those powers Ileaven gave me to supply Oh the transcendent glory of the just !

My soul with pleasure, and bring-in my joy, Yet still some thin remains of fear and doubt Rise up in arms against me, join the foe, Th’infected brightness of their joy pollute. Sense, reason, memory, increase my woe? Thus the chaste bridegroom, when the priest And shall my voice, ordain'd ou bymns to dwell, draws nigh,

Corrupt to groans, and blow the tires of Hell ? Beholds his blessing with a trembling eye,

Oh! must I look with terrour on my gain, Feels doubtful passions throb in every vein,

And with existence only measure pain? And in his cheeks are mingled joy and pain, What! no reprieve, no lea-t indulgence given, Lest still some intervening chance should rise, No beain of hope, from any point of Heaven! Leap forth at once, and snatch the golden prize; Ah Mercy! Merey! art thou dead above? Intame his woe, by bringing it so late,

Is Love extinguish'd in the Source of Love? And stab him in the crisis of bis fate.

“ Bold that I am, did Heaven stoop down to Since Adam's family, from tirst to last,

Hell? Now into one distinct survey is cast;

Th' expiring Lord of life iny ransom seal ? Look round, vain-glorious Muse, and you whoe'er Have I not bcen industrious to provoke ? Devote yourselves to fame, and think her fair; From his embraces obstinately broke? Look round, and seek the lights of human race, Pursued, and panted for his mortal hate, Whose shining acts Time's brightest annals grace; Earu'd my destruction, labourd out my fate? Who founded sects; crowus conquer'd, or resign'd; | And dare I on extinguish'd Love exclaiin? Gave names to nations; or fam'd empires join'd; | Take, take full vengeance, rouse the slackening W'ho rais'd the vale, and laid the mountain low;

flame; And taught obedient rivers where to flow;

Just is my lot—but oh! must it transcend Who with vast feets, as with a mighty chain, The reach of time, despair a distant end? Could bind the madness of the roaring main: With dreadful growth shoot forward, and arise, All lost ? all undistinguish'd? no-where found ? Where thought can't follow, and bold fancy dies ! How will this truth in Bourbon's palace sound? "NEVER! where falls the soul at that dread

Thal hour, on which th' Almighty King on high sound! From all eternity has fix'd his eye,

Down an abyss how dark, and how profound ! Whether bis right-hand favour’d, or annoy'd, Down, down, (1 still am falling, hurrid pain !) Continued, alter'd, threaten’d, or destroy'd ; Ten thousand thousand fathoms still remain ;

My plunge but still begun— And this for sin ! But I attempt the wondrous height in vain, Could I offend, if I had never been,

And leave unfinish'd the too lofty strain : But still increas'd the senseless happy mass, What boldly I begin, let others end; Plow'd in the stream, or shiver'd in the grass ? My strength exhausted, fainting I descend,

“ Father of mercies ! why from silent earth And choose a less, but no ignoble theme, Didst thou auake, and curse me into birth, Dissolving elements, and worlds, in flame. Tear me from quiet, ravish me from night,

The fatal period, the great hour, is come, And make a thankless present of thy light? And Nature sbrinks at her approaching doom ; Push into being a reverse of thee,

Luud peals of thunder give the sign, and all And animate a clod with misery?

Heaven's terrours in array surround the ball; “The beasts are happy; they come forth, and keep | Sharp lightnings with the meteor's blaze conspire, Short watch on Earth, and then lie down to sleep. And, daited downward, set the world on fire; Pain is for man; and oh! how vast a pain Black rising clouds the thicken'd ether choke, For crimes, which made the Godhead bleed in vain! And spiry flames dart through the rolling smoke, Annullid his groans, as far as in them lay, With kreu vibrations cut the sullen night, And Aung his agonies, and death, away!

And strike the darken'd sky with dreadful light; As our dire punishment for ever strong,

Froin Heaven's four regions, with immortal force, Our constitution too for ever young.

Angels drive on the wind's impetuous course, Curs:d with returns of vigour, still the same Tenrage the flame: It spreads, it soars on high, Powerful to bear, and satisfy filame :

Suells in the storm, and billows through the sky: Still to be caught, and still to be pursued!

Here winding pyramids of fire ascend,
To perish still, and still to be reneu'd!

Cities and deserts in one ruin blend;
“ And this, my Help! my God! at thy decree? Here blazing volumes wafted, overwhelm
Nature is chang'd, and Heil should succour me. The spacious face of a far distant realm;
And canst thou then look down froin perfect bliss, There, undermin’d, rlown rush eternal hills,
And see me plunging in the dark abyss ?

The neighbouring vales the vast destruction fills. Calling thee Father, in a sea of fire?

Hear'st thou that dreadful crack? that sound wbicka Or pouring blasphemies at thy desire ?

broke With mortals' auguish wilt thou raise thy name, Like peals of thunder, and the centre shook ? And by my pangs omnipotence proclaim ?

What wonders inust that groan of Nature tell ! Thou, who canst toss the planets to and fro, Olympus there, and mightier Atlas, fell; Contract not thy great vengeance to my woe; Which seem'd above the reach of Fate to stand, Crush worlds ; in hotter fames fall’n angels lay; A towering monument of God's right hand; On me Almighty wrath is cast away,

Now dust and smoke, whose brow, so lately, spread
Call back thy thunders, Lord, hold-in thy rage, (l'er shelter'd countries its diffusive shade.
Nor with a speck of wretchedness engage :

Show me that celebrated spot, where all
Forget me quite, nor stoop a worm to blame; The various rulers of the sever'd ball
But lose me in the greatness of thy name.

Have humbly sought wealth, honour, and reThou art all love, all mercy, all divine,

dress, And shall I make those glories cease to shine ? That land which Heaven seemd diligent to bless, Shall sinful man grow great by his offence, Once call'd Britannia. Can her glories end ? And from its course turn back Omnipotence ? And can't surrounding seas her realms defend?

“ Forbid it! and oh ! grant, Great God, at least Alas! in flames behold surrounding seas ! This one, this slender, almost no request;

Like oil, their waters but augment the blaze. When I have wept a thousand lives away,

Some angel, say where ran proud Asia's bound? When Torment is grown weary of its prey, Or where with fruits was fair Europa crown'd? When I have rav'd ten thousand years in fire, Where stretch'd waste Libya ? Where did India's Ten thousand thousand, let me then expire.”

store Deep anguish! but too late; the hopeless soul Sparkle in diamonds, and her golden ore? Bound to the bottom of the burning poul,

Each Jost in each, their mingling kingdoms glow, Though loth, and ever loud blaspheming, owns And all dissolv’d, one fiery deluge flow : He's justly doom'd to pour eternal groans ; Thus Farth's contending monarchies are join'd, Enclos'd with horrours, and transfix'd with pain, And a full period of ambition find. Rolling in vengeance, struggling with his chain : And now whate'er or swims, or walks, or flies, To talk to fiery tempests ; to implore

Inhabitants of sea, or earth, or skies; The raging flame to give its burnings o’er;

All on whom Adam's wisdom tix'd a name, To toss, to writhe, to pant beneath his load, All plunge, and perish in the conquering flame And bear the weight of an offended God.

This globe alone would but defraud the fire, The favour'd of their Judge in triumph move, Starve its devouring rage: the flakes aspire, To take possession of their thrones above;

And catch the clouds, and make the Heavers theit Satan's accurs'd desertion to supply,

prey ; And fill the vacant stations of the sky;

The Sun, the Moon, the stars, all melt away ; again to kindle long-extinguish'd rays,

All, all is lost ; no monument, no sign,
And with new lights dilate the heavenly blaze; Where once so proudly blaz’d the gay machine,
To crop the roses of immortal youth,

So bubbles on the foaming stream expire,
And drink the fountain-head of sacred truth; So sparks that scatter from the kindling fire ;
To swim in seas of bliss, to strike the string, 'The derastations of one dreadful hour
And lift the voice to their Almighty KING; The great Creator's six days work devour.
To lose eternity in grateful lays,

A mighty, mighty ruin ! yet one soul
And All Heavcu's wide circumference with praise. Has more to boast, and fas outweighs the whole ;

Exalted in superior excellence,

'Tis all of Heaven that we below may view, Cast down to nothing, such a vast expense.

And all, but adoration, is your due. Have you not seen th' eternal mountains nod,

Fam'd female virtue did this isle adorn, An Earth dissolving, a descending God ?

Ere Ormond, or her glorious queen, was born : What strange surprises through all Nature ran? When now Maria's powerful arms prevail'd, For whom these revolutions, but for man? And haughty Dudley's bold ambition fail'd, For him, Onnipotence now measures takes, The beauteous daughter of great Suffolk's race, For him, through all eternity, awakes;

In blooming youth adorn'd with every grace; Pours on hiin gifts sufficient to supply

Who gain'd a crown by treason not her own, Heaven's loss, and with fresh glories fill the sky. And innocently fill'd another's throne ;

Think deeply then, O man, how great thou art; Hurld from the summit of imperial state, Pay thyself homage with a trembling heart; With equal mind sustain'd the stroke of Fate. What angels guard, no longer dare weglect,

But how will Guilford, her far dearer part,
Slighting thyself, affront not God's respect, With manly reason fortify his heart?
Enter the sacred temple of thy breast,

At once she longs, and is afraid to know:
And gaze, and wander there, a ravish'd guest; Now swift she moves, and now advances slow,
Gaze on those hidden treasures thou shalt find, To find her lord ; and, finding, passes by,
Wander through all the glories of thy mind. Silent with fear, nor dares she meet his eye;
Of perfect knowledge, see, the dawning light Lest that, unask'd, in speechless grief, disclose
Foretels a noon most exquisitely bright!

The mournful secret of his inward woes. Here, springs of endless joy are breaking forth ! Thus, after sickness, doubtful of her face, There, buds the promise of celestial worth ! The melancholy virgin shuns the glass. Worth, which must ripen in a happier clime, At length, with troubled thought, but look serene, And brighter Sun, beyond the bounds of time. And sorrow soften'd by her heavenly mien, Thou, minor, canst not guess thy vast estate,

She clasps her lord, brave, beautiful, and young, What stores, on foreign coasts, thy landing wait : While tender accents melt upon her tongue ; Lose not thy claim, let virtue's path be trod; Gentle and sweet, as vernal Zephyr blows, Thus glad all Heaven, and please that bounteous Fanning the lily, or the blooming rose. God,

Grieve not, my lord ; a crown icrleed is lost; Who, to light thee to pleasures, hung on high What far outshines a crown, we still may boast ; Yon radiant orb, proud regent of the sky :

A mind compos'd; a mind that can disdain That service done, its beams shall fade away,

A fruitless sorrow for a loss so vain.
And God shine forth in one Eternal Day.

Nothing is loss that virtue can improve
To wealth eternal; and return above;
Above, where no distinction shall be known
'Twixt him whom storms have shaken from a throno,

And him, who, basking in the smiles of Fate,
THE FORCE OF RELIGION : Shone forth in all the splendour of the great :

Nor can I find the difference here below;
OR,

I lately was a queen; I still am so,
VANQUISHED LOVE;

While Guilford's wife : thee rather I obey,

Than o'er mankind extend imperial sway.
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When we lie down in some obscure retreat,

Incens'd Maria may her rage forget ; ratior et pulchro veniens in corpore virtus. Virg. And I to death my duty will improve,

And what you miss in empire, add in love

Your God-like soul is open'd in your look,
BOOK I.

And I have faintly your great meaning spoko
For this alone I'm pleas'd I wore the crown,

To find with what content we lay it down.
-Ad cælum ardentia lumina tollens,

Heroes may win, but 't is a heavenly race
Lumina ; nam teneras arcebant vincula palmas.

Can quit a throne with a becoming grace.”

Thus spoke the fairest of her sex, and cheerd Virg.

Her drooping lord; whose boding bosom fear'd Frox lofty themes, from thoughts that soard on A darker cloud of ills would burst, and shed high,

Severer vengeance on her gniltless head : And open'd wondrous scenes above the sky, Too just, alas, the terrours which he felt ! My Muse, descend : indulge my fond desire, For, lo! a guard !--Forgive him, if he meltWith softer thoughts my melting soul inspire, How sharp her pangs, when sever'd from his side, And smuoth my numbers to a female's praise : The most sincerely lov'd, and loving bride, A partial world will listen to my lays,

In space contin'd, the Muse forbears to tell ; While Ama reigns, and sets a female name Deep was her anguish, but she bore it well. Unrival'd in the glorious lists of fame.

His pain was equal, but his virtue less; Hear, ye fair daughters of this happy land, Hle thought in grief there could be no excess. Whose radiant eyes the vanquish'd world command, Pensive he sat, o'ercast with gloomy care, Virtue is beauty : but when charms of mind And often fondly clasp'd his absent fair; With elegance of outward form are join'd ;

Now, silent, wander'd through his rooms of state, When youth makes such bright objects still more And sicken'd at their pomp, and tax'd his fate, bright,

Which thus adorn'd, in all her shining store, And fortune sets them in the strongest light; A splendid wretch magnificeutly poor.

IN TWO BOOKS

Now on the bridal-bed his eyes were cast,

Sweet Innocence in chains can take her rest; And anguish fed on his enjoyments past;

Soft slumber gently creeping through her breast, Each recollected pleasure made him smart, She sinks; and in her sleep is re-inthron'd, And every transport stabb'd him to the heart. Mock'd by a gawdy dream, and vainly crowir'd.

That happy Moon, which summond to delight, She views her flects and armies, seas and land, That Moon which shone on his dear nuptial night, And stretches wide her shadow of command: Which saw him fold her yet untasted charms With royal purple is her vision hung ; (Deny'd to princes) in his longing arms;

By phantom hosts are shouts of conquests rung; Now sees the transient blessing fleet away,

Low at her feet the suppliant rival lies; Empire and Love! the vision of a day.

Our prisoner mourns her fate, and bids her rise.
Thus, in the British clime, a summer-storm Now level beams upon the waters play'd,
Will oft the smiling face of Heaven deform, Glanc'd on the hills, and westward cast the shade;
The winds with violence at once descend,

The busy trades in cities had began
Sweep flowers and fruits, and make the forest bend; To sound, and speak the painful life of man.
A sudden winter, while the Sun is near,

In tyrants' breasts the thoughts of vengeance rouse, O’ercomes the season, and inverts the year. And the fond bridegroom turns him to his spouse, But whither is the captive borne away,

At this first birth of light, while morning breaks, The beauteous captive, from the cheerful day? Our spouseless bride, our widow'd wife, awakes; The scene is chang'd indeed; before her eyes Awakes, and smiles; nor night's imposture blames; Ill-boding looks and unknown horrours rise : Her real pomps were little more than dreams; For pomp and splendour, for her guard and crown, A short-liv'd blaze, a lightning quickly o'er, A gloomy dungeon, and a keeper's frown: That died in birth, that shone, and was no more : Black thoughts each morn invade the lover's breast, She turns her side, and soon resumes a state Each night, a ruffian locks the queen to rest. Of mind well suited to her alter'd fate,

Ah, mournful change, if judg'd by vulgar minds! Serene, though serious; when dread tidings come But Suffolk's daughter its advantage finds.

(Ah wretched Guilford!) of her instant doom. Religion's force divine is best display'd

Sun, hide thy beams; in clouds as black as night In deep desertion of all human aid :

Thy face involve; be guiltless of the sight; To succour in extremes is her delight,

Or haste more swiftly to the western main; And cheer the heart, when terrour strikes the sight. Nor let her bloom the conscious daylight stain ! We, disbelieving our own senses, gaze,

Oh! how severe! to fall so new a bride, And wonder what a mortal's heart can raise Yet blushing from the priest, in youthful pride ; To triumph o'er misfortunes, smile in grief, When time had just maturd each perfect grace, And comfort those who come to bring relief : And open'd all the wonders of her face! We gaze; and as we gaze, wealth, fame, decay, To leave her Guilford dead to all relief, And all the world's vain glories fade away.

Fond of his woe, and obstinate in grief. Against her cares she rais'd a dauntless mind, Unhappy fair! whatever fancy drew, And with an ardent heart, but most resign'd, (Vain promis'd blessings) vanish from her view; Deep in the dreadful gloom, with pious heat, No train of cheerful days, endearing nights, Amid the silence of her dark retreat,

No sweet domestic joys, and chaste delights; Address'd her God-“ Almighty Power Divine ! Pleasures that blossom e'en from doubts and fears; "Tis thine to raise, and to depress is thine; And bliss and rapture rising out of cares : With honour to light up the name unknown, No little Guilford, with paternal grace, Or to put out the lustre of a throne.

Lullid on her knee, or smiling in her face; In my short span both fortunes I have prov'd, Who, when her dearest father shall return, And though with ill frail Nature will be mov'd, From pouring tears on her untimely urn, I'll bear it well : (O strengthen me to bear!) Might comfort to his silver hairs impart, And if my piety may claim thy care ;

And fill her place in his indulgent heart : If I remember'd, in youth's giddy heat,

As where fruits fall, quick-rising blossoms smile, And tumult of a court, a future state;

And the blest Indian of his care beguile. O favour, when thy mercy I implore

In vain these various reasons jointly press, For one who never guilty sceptre bore !

To blacken Death, and heighten her distress; 'Twas I receiv'd the crown; my lord is free! She, through th’encircling terrours, darts her sight If it must fall, let vengeance fall on me.

To the bless'd regions of eternal light, Let him survive, his country's name to raise, And fills ber soul with peace: to weeping friends, And in a guilty land to speak thy praise !

Her father, and her lord, she recommends; O may th' indulgence of a father's love,

Unmov'd herself: her foes her air survey, Pour'd forth on me, be doubled from above ! And rage to see their malice thrown away. If these are safe, I'll think my prayers succeed, She soars; now nought on Earth detains her care And bless thy tender mercies, wbilst I bleed.” But Guilford; who still struggles for his share :

'Twas now the mournful eve before that day Still will his form importunately rise, In which the queen to her full wrath gave way; Clog and retard her transport to the skies; Through rigid justice, rush'd into offence,

As trembling flames now take a feeble flight, And drank in zeal the blood of innocence:

Now catch the brand with a returning light, The Sun went down in clouds, and seem'd to mourn Thus her soul onward from the seats above The sad necessity of his return;

Falls fondly back, and kindles into love: The hollow wind, and melancholy rain,

At length she conquers in the doubtful field; Or did, or was imagin’d to, complain:

That Heaven she seeks will be her Guilford's shield, The tapers cast an inauspicious light;

Now Death is welcome; his approach is slow; Stars there were none, and doubly dark the night. 'Tis tedious longer to expect the blow.

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