Y VI. UPON THE CIRCUMCISION. E flaming Powers, and winged Warriors bright, That erft with mufic, and triumphant fong, First heard by happy watchful shepherds' ear, So fweetly fung your joy the clouds along Through the soft silence of the lift'ning night; Now mourn, and if fad fhare with us to bear Your fiery effence can distil no tear, Burn in your fighs, and borrow Seas wept from our deep forrow: He who with all Heav'n's heraldry whilere Sore doth begin His infancy to feize! 10 O more exceeding love or law more just! 15 Were loft in death, till he that dwelt above And that great covenant which we still transgress And the full wrath befide Of vengeful juftice bore for our excefs, And feals obedience firft with wounding smart Huge pangs and strong Will pierce more near his heart. 20 25 VII. AT VII. AT A SOLEMN MUSIC. BLEST pair of Syrens, pledges of Heav'n's joy, Sphere-born harmonious sisters, Voice and Verse, With faintly fhout and folemn jubilee, 5 15 Singing everlastingly; That we on earth with undifcording voice May rightly answer that melodious noife; Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din 20 To their great Lord, whofe love their motion fway'd In perfect diapafon, whilft they stood In first obedience, and their state of good. O may we foon again renew that song, 25 And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God ere long To live with him, and fing in endless morn of light! VIII. An VIII. An EPITAPH on the Marchionefs of Winchester*. HIS rich marble doth inter TH The honor'd wife of Winchester, A Viscount's daughter, an Earl's heir, Added to her noble birth, More than she could own from earth. Summers three times eight fave one To house with darkness, and with death. Her high birth and her graces sweet The virgin quire for her request The God that fits at marriage feast ; He at their invoking came But with a fcarce well-lighted flame; 10 15 20 * Jane, daughter of Thomas Lord Viscount Savage of Rock-Savage. And And now with fecond hope fhe goes, The pride of her carnation train, Peace and quiet ever have; After this thy travel fore 25 30 35 40 45 50 That to give the world increase, That thy noble house doth bring, Here Wept for thee in Helicon, ON MAY MORNING. Here be tears of perfect moan And fome flowers, and fome bays, For thy herfe, to ftrow the ways, Sent thee from the banks of Came, Devoted to thy virtuous name; 60 Whilft thou, bright Saint, high fitst in glory, Next her much like to thee in story, That fair Syrian shepherdess, Who after years of barrenness, The highly-favor'd Joseph bore 65 To him that ferv'd for her before, IX. SONG. ON MAY MORNING. N° 70 OW the bright morning ftar, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowflip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that doft inspire 5 Woods |