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Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss
And Joy shall overtake us as a flood,
And perfectly divine,
With Truth, and Peace, and Love, shall ever shine About the supreme throne
Of Him, to' whose happy-making sight alone When once our heavenly guided soul shall climb; Then, all this earthly grossness quit,
Attir'd with stars, we shall for ever sit, [O Time! Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee,
A SOLEMN MUSIC.
BLESS'D pair of Syrens, pledges of Heaven's joy,
With saintly shout, and solemn jubilee ;
Singing everlastingly :
That we on earth, with undiscording voice,
To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'd
In first obedience, and their state of good.
To live with him, and sing in endless morn of light!
MARCHIONESS OF WINCHESTER.
THIS rich marble doth inter
A Viscount's daughter, an Earl's heir,
Added to her noble birth,
More than she could own from earth.
After so short time of breath,
To house with darkness, and with death.
Jane, daughter of Thomas, Viscount Savage, and wife of Juhn, Marquis of Winchester.
Yet had the number of her days
Her high birth, and her graces sweet, Quickly found a lover meet; The virgin quire for her request The God that sits at marriage feast; He at their invoking came, But with a scarce well-lighted flame; And in his garland, as he stood, Ye might discern a cypress bud. Once had the early matrons run To greet her of a lovely son, And now with second hope she goes, And calls Lucina to her throes; But, whether by mischance or blame, Atropos for Lucina came; And with remorseless cruelty Spoil'd at once both fruit and tree: The hapless babe, before his birth, Had burial, yet not laid in earth; And the languish'd mother's womb Was not long a living tomb.
So have I seen some tender slip, Sav'd with care from winter's nip, The pride of her carnation train, Pluck'd up by some unheedy swain, Who only thought to crop the flower, New shot up from vernal shower; But the fair blossom hangs the head Side-ways, as on a dying bed, And those pearls of dew she wears, Prove to be presaging tears,
Which the sad morn had let fall
Gentle Lady, may thy grave
*Rachael, the daughter of Laban, and wife of Jacob. She died in giving birth to Benjamin.
Now the bright Morning-star, day's harbinger,
Hill, and dale, doth boast thy blessing.