Whose stately piles and arches yet display The venerable graces of decay: Thus round the withered trunk fresh shoots are seen To shade their parent with a cheerful green. More health, dear maid! thy soothing presence brings That voice, those looks such healing virtues bear, On her loved child behold the mother gaze, In weakness pleased, and smiling through decays, And leaning on that breast her cares assuage ;- For this, when that fair frame must feel decay, Ye Fates protract it to a distant day, When thy approach no tumults shall impart, Nor that commanding glance strike through the heart, When meaner beauties shall have leave to shine, And crowds divide the homage lately thine, Not with the transient praise those charms can boast ON THE DEATH OF MRS. JENNINGS*. Est tamen quietè, et purè, et eleganter actæ ætatis, placida ac lenis senectus. CICERO DE SENECT. 'TIS past: dear venerable shade, farewell! Thy blameless life thy peaceful death shall tell. For Heaven prolonged her life to spread its praise, Prone to enjoy, and ready to impart. *The Author's Grandmother. An Israelite indeed, and free from guile, The church of Israel, and the house of prayer. Her spreading offspring of the fourth degree Filled her fond arms, and clasped her trembling knee. Matured at length for some more perfect scene, Her hopes all bright, her prospects all serene, Each part of life sustained with equal worth, Like a tired traveller with sleep opprest, Shall many a heart with pious love revere : Long, long shall mine her honoured memory bless, Who gave the dearest blessing I possess. AN ADDRESS TO THE DEITY. GOD of my life! and author of my days! All nature faints beneath the mighty name, Which nature's works though all their parts proclaim. I feel that name my inmost thoughts controul, And breathe an awful stillness through my soul; |