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And honours, which th' almighty Father-God
Pour'd with immense profusion on his Son,
High-treasurer of heav'n. The Son bestows

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The life, the love, the blesfing, and the joy,
On bankrupt mortals who believe and love
His name. Then my Charissa all is thine;"
“And thine, my Mitio, the fair saint replies.

* Life, death, the world below, and worlds on high, “And place and time are ours, and things to come, “ And past and present, for our int'rest stands 197 " Firm in our mystick Head, the title fure. “ 'Tis for our health and sweet refreshment, while “ We sojourn strangers here, the fruitful earth 200 “ Bears plenteous, and revolving seasons still “Dress her vast globe in various ornament: “ For us this cheerful sun and cheerful light “ Diurnal shine ; this blue expanse of sky Hangs a rich canopy above our heads 205

Covering our flumbers, all with starry gold “ Inwrought, when night alternates her return : “ For us Time wears his wings out, Nature keeps “ Her wheels in motion, and her fabrick stands. “ Glories beyond our ken of mortal sight “ Are now preparing, and a mansion fair “ Awaits us where the saints unbody'd live,

Spirits releas'd from clay and purg'd from fin: « Thither our hearts with most incessant wish “Panting aspire; when shall that dearest hour 215

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“ Shine and release us hence and bear us high,
“ Bear us at once unsever'd to our better home!”

O bless’d connubial state! O happy pair,
Envy'd by yet unsociated fouls
Who seek their faithfultwins! Your pleasures rise 220
Sweet as the morn, advancing as the day,
Fervent as glorious noon, serenely calm
As summer ev’nings. The vile sons of earth
Grov’ling in duft, with all their noisy jars
Refless, shall interrupt your joys no more 225
Than barking animals affright the nioon
Sublime, and riding in her midnight way.
Friendship and love shall undistinguish'd reign
O’er all your passions with unrivall’d sway,
Mutual and everlasting : friendship knows 230
No property in good, but all things common
That each pofseffes, as the light or air
In which we breathe and live: there's not one thought
Can lurk in close reserve, no barriers fix'd,
But ev'ry passage open as the day

233 To one another's breast and inmost mind. Thus by communion your delight shall grow, [flow, Thus streams of mingled bliss swell higher as they Thus angels mix their flames and more divinely glow.

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PART III.

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I.
Should fov'reign Love before me stand
With all his train of pomp and state,
And bid the daring Muse relate
His comforts and his cares,
Mitio, I would not ask the sand

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For metaphors t'express their weight,
Nor borrow numbers from the stars.
Thy cares and comforts, fov'reign Love,
Vastly outweigh the sand below,
And to a larger audit grow
Than all the stars above.
Thy mighty losses and thy gains
Are their own mutual measures;
Only the man that knows thy pains
Can reckon up thy pleasures.

15 11. Say, Damon, say how bright the scene, Damon is half divinely blest, Leaning his head on his Florella's breast Without a jealous thought or busy care between; Then the sweet passions mix and share, Florella tells thee all her heart,

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Nor can thy soul's remotest part
Conceal a thought or wish from the beloved fair.
Say what a pitch thy pleasures fly
When friendship all sincere grows up to ecstasy, 25
Nor self contracts the bliss nor vice pollutes the joy ;
While thy dear offspring round thee sit,
Or sporting innocently at thy feet,
Thy kindest thoughts engage;
Those little images of thee,
What pretty toys of youth they be,
And growing props of age!

III.
But short is earthly bliss! the changing wind
Blows from the fickly fouth, and brings
Malignant fevers on its sultry wings;

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Relentless Death fits close behind :
Now gasping infants and a wife in tears
With piercing groans salutes his ears,
Thro' ev'ry vein the thrilling torments roll,
While swect and bitter are at strife
In those dear miseries of life,
Thofe tend'rest pieces of his bleeding soul.
The pleasing sense of love a while,
Mixt with the heart-ach, may the pain beguile,
And make a feeble fight,

45 Till forrows like a gloomy deluge rise, Then ev'ry smiling pallion dies, And hope alone with wakeful eyes, Darkling and folitary, waits the flow returning light

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IV.
Here then let my ambition rest,
May I be moderately blest
When I the laws of love obey:
Lct but my pleasure and my pain
In equal balance ever reign,
Or mount by turns and fink again,
And share just measures of alternate fway.
So Damon lives and ne'er complains;
Scarce can we hope diviner scenes
On this dull fage of clay:
The tribes beneath the northern Bear
Submit to darkness half the

year Since half the year is day.

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On the death of the Duke of Gloucester just after Mr.

Dryden, 1700.

An epigram.

Dryden is dead ; Dryden alone could fing
The full grown glories of a future king.
Now Glo'fter dies: thus lesser heroes live
By that immortal breath that poets give,
And scarce survive the Muse, but William stands,
Nor asks his honours from the poet's hands :
William shall shine without a Dryden's praise;
His laurels are not grafted on the bays.

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