And travels thro' this howling wilderness;

By what divine protections she escap❜d

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Those deadly fnares when youth and Satan leagu'd In combination to affail her virtue;

(Snares fet to murder fouls) but Heav'n fecur'd
The fav'rite nymph and taught her victory.

Or does the feek or has the found her babe
Amongst the infant nation of the bless'd,
And clafp'd it to her foul to fatiate there
The young maternal paffion, and abfolve
The unfulfill'd embrace? Thrice happy child!
That faw the light, and turn'd its eyes afide
From our dim regions to th' eternal fun
And led the parent's way to glory! there
Thou art for ever her's, with pow'rs enlarg'd
For love reciprocal and sweet converfe.

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Behold her ancestors, (a pious race) Rang'd in fair order, at her fight rejoice And fing her welcome. She along their feats Gliding falutes them all with honours due, Such as are paid in heav'n; and laft the finds A manfion fashion'd of diftinguifh'd light But vacant: "This,” with sure presage she cries, "Awaits my father, when will he arrive? "How long, alas how long!" then calls her mate, "Die, thou dear partner of my mortal cares! "Die and partake my biifs; we are for ever one." Ah me! where roves my fancy! what kind dreams

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Crowd with fweet violence on my waking mind!

Perhaps illufions all! Inform me Muse;

Chufes fhe rather to retire apart

To recollect her diffipated pow'rs

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And call her thoughts her own; fo lately freed
From earth's vain scenes, gay vifits, gratulations,
From Hymen's hurrying and tumultuous joys, 49
And fears and pangs, fierce pangs, that wrought her
Tell me on what sublimer theme fhe dwells [death?
In contemplation, with unerring clue

Infinite truth pursuing. (When, my foul!

O when shall thy release from cumbrcus flesh
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Shall give thy thoughts a loose to foar and trace
The intellectual world? divine delight!
Vernera's lov'd employ !) Perhaps she fings
To fome new golden harp th' almighty deeds,
The names, the honours, of her Saviour God,
His cross, his grave, his vict'ry, and his crown:
Oh could I imitate th' exalted notes,

And mortal ears could bear them-

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Or lies the now before th' eternal throne, Proftrate in humble form, with deep devotion O'erwhelm'd and self-abasement, at the fight Of the uncover'd Godhead face to face? Seraphick crowns pay homage at his feet, And her's amongst them, not of dimmer ore, Nor fet with meaner gems; but vain ambition, 70

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And emulation vain, and fond conceit,

And pride, for ever banish'd flies the place,
Curs'd pride, the drefs of hell. Tell me, Urania,
How her joys heighten, and her golden hours
Circle in love. O ftamp upon my foul
Some blissful image of the fair deceas'd
To call my paffions and my eyes aside

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From the dear breathlefs clay, diftreffing fight!
I look, and mourn, and gaze, with greedy view
Of melancholy fondness; tears bedewing
That form fo late defir'd, so late belov'd,
Now loathfome and unlovely. Ease disease
That leagu'd with nature's fharpeft pains, and spoil'd
So fweet a structure! the impois'ning taint
O'erfpreads the building wrought with skill divine,
And ruins the rich temple to the dust.

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Was this the count'nance where the world admir'd

Features of wit and virtue? this the face

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Where love triumph'd? and Beauty on these cheeks
As on a throne beneath her radiant eyes
Was feated to advantage, mild, ferene,
Reflecting rofy light! So fits the fun,
(Fair eye of heav'n!) upon a crimson cloud
Near the horifon, and with gentle ray
Smiles lovely round the sky, till rifing fogs,
Portending night, with foul and heavy wing
Involve the golden flar, and sink him down
Opprefs'd with darkness-

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On the death of an aged and honoured relative, Mrs. M.W,

July 13. 1693.

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I Know the kindred mind: 't is fhe, 't is fhe;
Among the heav'nly forms I fee

The kindred mind from fleshly bondage free;

O how unlike the thing was lately seen
Groaning and panting on the bed
With ghastly air and languish'd head,
Life on this fide, there the dead,

While the delaying flesh lay fhivering between!

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Long did the earthy house restrain

In toilfome flav'ry that ethereal guest,
Prifon'd her round in walls of pain,

And twisted cramps and aches with her chain,
Till by the weight of num'rous days oppreit
The earthy house began to reel,

The pillars trembled, and the building fell,
The captive foul became her own again:
Tir'd with the forrows and the cares,
A tedious train of fourscore years,

The pris'ner fmil'd to be releaft,

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Gaze on my foul, and let a perfect view

Paint her idea all anew;

Rafe out thofe melancholy shapes of wo

That hang around thy mem'ry and becloud it fo.
Come, Fancy, come with effences refin'd,

With youthful green and spotlefs white;
Deep be the tincture and the colours bright
T'exprefs the beauties of a naked mind.
Provide no glooms to form a fhade;
All things above of vary'd light are made,

Nor can the heav'nly piece require a mortal aid ;-
But if the features too divine

Beyond the pow'r of fancy fhine

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Conceal th'inimitable strokes behind a a gracefalfhrine.

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Defcribe the faint from head to feet,

Make all the lines in juft proportion meet;

But let her pofture be

Filling a chair of high degree;

Obferve how near it ftands to the almighty feat.

Paint the new graces of her eyes;

Fresh in her looks let fprightly youth arise

And joys unknown below the skies.

Virtue that lives conceal'd below

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And to the breast confin'd

Sits here triumphant on the brow,

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And breaks with radiant glories thro'

The features of the mind.