In the fuperior Sweetness drown'd.
In vain I bid my tuneful Powers unite ;
My Soul retir'd, and left my Tongue,
I was all Ear, and PHILO MELA's Song
Was all divine Delight.

II.

Now be my Harp for ever dumb,

My Mufe attempt no more.

"Twas long ago

I bid adieu to mortal Things,

To Grecian Tales, and Wars of Rome,

'Twas long ago I broke all but th' immortal Strings; Now thofe immortal Strings have no Employ,

Since a fair Angel dwells below,

To tune the Notes of Heav'n, and propagate the Joy.
Let all my Powers with Awe profound

While PHILOMELA fings,

Attend the Rapture of the Sound,

And my Devotion rife on her Seraphic Wings.

The End of the Second Book.

HORE

B

Of Glorious Memory.

Who died March the 8th, 1701.

I.

ENEATH thefe Honours of a Tomb,
GREATNESS in humble Ruin lies:
(How Earth confines in narrow Room
What Heroes leave beneath the Skies !)
II.

Preferve, O venerable PILE,

Inviolate thy facred Trust;

To thy cold Arms the BRITISH Ifle,

Weeping, commits her richest Duft.

III. Ye

Ye gentlest Minifters of FATE,
Attend the Monarch as he lies,
And bid the fofteft SLUMBERS. Wait
With filken Cords to bind his Eyes.
IV.

Reft his dear SWORD beneath his Head;
Round him his faithful ARMS fhall stand:
Fix his bright ENSIGNS on his Bed,
The Guards and Honours of our Land.

V.

Ye Sifter-Arts of PAINT and VERSE,
Place ALBION fainting by his Side,
Her Groans arifing o'er the Hearfe,
And BELGIA finking when he dy'd.
VI.

High o'er the Grave RELIGION fet
In folemn Gold; pronounce the Ground
Sacred, to bar unhallow'd Feet,

•And plant her Guardian VIRTUEs round.
VII.

Fair LIBERTY in Sables drest,

Write his lov'd Name upon his Urn,
WILLIAM, the Scourge of Tyrants paft,
And Awe of Princes yet unborn.

VIII.

Sweet PEACE his facred Relicks keep
With Olives blooming round her Head,
And stretch her Wings across the Deep
To bless the Nations with the Shade.

IX. Stand

II.

Ye gentleft Minifters of FATE,
Attend the Monarch as he lies,
And bid the fofteft SLUMBERS. wait
With filken Cords to bind his Eyes.
IV.

;

Reft his dear SWORD beneath his Head
Round him his faithful ARMS fhall ftand:
Fix his bright ENSIGNS on his Bed,
The Guards and Honours of our Land.

V.

Ye Sifter-Arts of PAINT and VERSE,
Place ALBION fainting by his Side,
Her Groans arifing o'er the Hearse,
And BELGIA finking when he dy'd.
VI.

High o'er the Grave RELIGION fet
In folemn Gold; pronounce the Ground
Sacred, to bar unhallow'd Feet,
•And plant her Guardian VIRTUES round.
VII.

ir LIBERTY in Sables dreft,

rite his lov'd Name upon his Urn,

I AM, the Scourge of Tyrants past,

f Princt unborn.

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VIII.

elicks keep

d her Head,

's the Deep
⚫ Shade.

IX. Stand