Yet more; the ftroke of death he must abide, 20 Then lies him meekly down fast by his brethrens fide. gniw nuIV. wi wa These latest scenes confine my roving verfe,:{ To this horizon is my Phoebus bound outd His Godlike acts, and his temptations fierce, And former fufferings other where are found;c 25 Loud o'er the reft Cremona's trump doth found; A Me fefter airs befit, and fofter strings ro duty Oflute, son viol still, more apt for mournful things. I Befriend me Night, beft patronefs of grief,q foM That Heav'n and Earth are color'd with my woe; li VI. See, fee the chariot, and those rushing wheels, To bear me where the tow'rs of Salem ftood, Once glorious tow'rs, now funk in guiltlefs blood; There doth my foul in holy vision fit In penfive trance, and anguifh, and ecftatic fit. Mine VII. 39 eye hath found that fad fepulchral rock That was the casket of Heav'n's richest store, And here though grief my feeble hands up lock, 45 Yet on the foften'd quarry would I score My plaining verfe as lively as before; For fure fo well inftructed are my tears, That they would fitly fall in order'd characters. Or should I thence hurried on viewless wing, Take up a weeping on the mountains wild, The gentle neighbourhood of grove and spring 37. That whirl'd the prophet up at Chebar food,] As the prophet Ezekiel faw the vifion of the four wheels and of the glory of God at 50 Would the river Chebar, and was carried in the fpirit to Jerufalem; fo the poet fancies himself transported to the fame place. Would foon unbofom all their echoes mild, Might think th' infection of my forrows loud 55 Had got a race of mourners on fome pregnant cloud. This fubject the Author finding to be above the years he had, when he wrote it, and nothing fatisfied with what was begun, left it unfinish'd. FLY LY envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, 5 And merely mortal drofs; So little is our lofs, So little is thy gain, For when as each thing bad thou haft intomb'd, In thefe poems where no date is prefix'd, and no circumstances direct us to afcertain the time when they were compos'd, we follow the order ΙΟ Then long Eternity fhall greet our bliss With an individual kiss; And Joy fhall overtake us as a flood, When every thing that is fincerely good And perfectly divine, With truth, and peace, and love, fhall ever shine About the fupreme throne Of him, t' whose happy-making fight alone When once our heav'nly-guided foul shall clime, Attir'd with stars, we fhall for ever fit, 15 20 Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee, O Time. VI. Upon the CIRCUMCISION. E flaming Pow'rs, and winged Warriors bright Y That end with mufic, and triumphant fong, erft First heard by happy watchful shepherds ear, 18.-happy-making fight,] The plain English of beatific vifion. 15. O more exceeding love or law more juft? So Juft la indeed, but more exceeding love!] Virgil. Ecl. VIII. 49. Crudelis mater magis, an puer improbus ille? Improbus 5 So fweetly fung your joy the clouds along Seas wept from our deep forrow: He who with all Heav'n's heraldry whilere Sore doth begin His infancy to feife! O more exceeding love or law more juft? Were loft in death, till he that dwelt above Improbus ille puer: crudelis tu quoque mater. Richardfon. 20. Emptied his glory, ] An expreffion taken from Philipp. II. 7. 10 15 20 |