|POEMS -- ON -- VARIOUS SUBJECTS.|
|To a Lady on the Death of Three Relations.|
We trace the pow'r of Death from tomb to
And his care all the ages yet to come.
'Tis his to call the planets from on high,
To blacken Ph[oelig ]bus, and dissolve the sky;
His too, when all in his dark realms are hurl'd,
From its firm bafe to shake the solid whole,
His fatal sceptre rules the spacious whole,
And trembling nature rocks from pole to pole.
Awful he moves, and wide his wings are spread:
Behold thy brother numbered with the dead!
From bondage freed, the exulting spirit files
Beyond Olympus, and these starry skies.
Loftn in our woe for thee, these shade, we mourn
In vain; to earth thou never must ret
Thy sisters too, fair mourner, feel the dart
Of Death, and with fresh torture rend thine heart.52Weep nor for them, who with thine happy mind
To rise with them, and leave the world behind.
As a young plant by hurricanes up turn,
So near its parent lies the newly born--
But 'midst the bright ethereal train behold
It shines superior on a throne of gold:
Then, mourner, cease; let hope they tears restrain,
Smile on the tomb, and sooth the raging pain.
On yon blest regions fix thy longing view,
Mindless of sublunary scenes below;
Ascend the sacred mount, in thought arise,
And seek substantial , and immortal joys;
Where hope receives, where faith to vision
And raptur'd seraphs tune th' immortal strings
To strains extatic. Thou the chorus join,
And thy father tune the praise divine.