(As to their number,) to their dignities. She whom we celebrate is gone be fore: She who had here so much essential joy, As no chance could distract, much less destroy; Who with God's presence was acquainted so, (Hearing and speaking to him,) as to know His face in any natural stone or tree Was her first Parent's fault, and not her own: Who, being solicited to any act, Still heard God pleading his safe pre-contract: Who, by a faithful confidence was here Betrothed to God, and now is married there: Whose twilights were more clear than our mid-day; Who dreamed devoutlier than most use to pray: Who being here filled with grace, yet strove to be Both where more grace and more capacity At once is given. She to Heaven is And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas, Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses' bower: The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground; and the repeated air Of sad Electra's poet had the power To save the Athenian walls from ruin bare. MILTON. ROB ROY'S GRAVE. A FAMOUS man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy! And Scotland has a thief as good, An outlaw of as daring mood; She has her brave Rob Roy! TO CAMPBELL. TRUE bard and simple, -as the race Of heaven-born poets always are, When stooping from their starry place They're children near, though gods afar. MOORE. STANZAS TO *** THOUGH the day of my destiny's over, And the star of my fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find. Though human, thou didst not deceive me; Though woman, thou didst not forsake; Though loved, thou foreborest to grieve me; Though slandered, thou never couldst shake. Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim me; Though parted, it was not to fly; Though watchful, 'twas not to defame me, Nor mute that the world might belie. |