In confecrated Earth, And on the holy Hearth, XXI. Th' Lares and Lemures moan with midnight plaint; In Urns, and Altars round, A drear and dying found Affrights the Flamins at their fervice quaint; While each peculiar Pow'r forgoes his wonted feat. Peor and Baalim Forfake their Temples dim, With that twice batter'd god of Palestine ; And mooned Afbtaroth, Heav'n's Queen and Mother both, Now fits not girt with Taper's holy shine; The Libyc Hammon fhrinks his horn ; In vain the Tyrian Maids their wounded Thammu mourn. And fullen Moloch fled, XXIII. Hath left in fhadows dread His burning Idol all of blackeft hue; In vain, with Cymbals ring, They call the griefly King, In difmal dance about the furnace blue; The brutish gods of Nile as faft, Ifis and Orus, and the Dog Anubis, hafte. Nor is Ofiris feen, XXIV. In Memphian Grove, or Green, Trampling the unshowr'd Grass with lowings loud: Nor can he be at reft Within his facred cheft; Nought but profoundest Hell can be his fhroud: In vain with timbrel'd Anthems dark The fable-ftoled Sorc'rers bear his worshipp'd Ark. 'XXV. He feels from Juda's Land The dreaded Infant's hand; The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn; Nor all the Gods befide Longer dare abide, Not Typhon huge ending in fnaky twine: Can in his fwadling bands controul the damned crew. So when the Sun in bed, Curtain'd with cloudy red, Pillows his chin upon an orient wave, The flocking fhadows pale, Troop to th' infernal Jail; Each fetter'd Ghoft flips to his several grave; And the yellow-fkirted Fayes Fly after the Night-steeds, leaving their Moon-lov'd maze. But fee! the Virgin bleft XXVII. Hath laid her Babe to reft; Time is our tedious Song fhould here have ending; Heav'n's youngest teemed Star Hath fix'd her polish'd Car, Her fleeping Lord with Handmaid Lamp attending : And all about the Courtly Stable, Bright harneft Angels fit in order ferviceable. Anno Anno ætatis 17. On the Death of a fair Infant, a Nephew of his, dying of a Cough. I. Fairest flower, no fooner blown but blasted, Soft filken Primrose fading timeleЛly, Summer's chief Honour, if thou hadft out-lafted Bleak winter's force that made thy bloffom drie; For he being amorous on that lovely die, That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kifs, For fince grim Aquilo his charioteer Of long-uncoupled bed, and childless eld, So mounting up in icy-pearled carr, Through middle empire of the freezing air But all unwares with his cold-kind embrace Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate; But But then transform'd him to a purple flower: Alack! that fo to change thee winter had no power. V. Yet can I not perfuade me thou art dead, Or that thy coarfe corrupts in earth's dark womb, Hid from the World in a low delved tomb; VI. Refolve me then, oh Soul moft furely bleft, O fay me true, if thou wert mortal wight, Wert thou fome Star, which from the ruin'd roof Of fheenie Heav'n, and thou fome goddess fled, Or wert thou that juft Maid, who once before Let down in cloudy throne to do the World fome good? Or wert thou of the golden-winged host, And And after short abode fly back with speed, To fcorn the fordid world, and unto Heav'n afpire X. But oh! why didst thou not stay here below To ftand 'twixt us and our deferved fmart? Then thou, the Mother of fo fweet a Child, This if thou do, he will an off-fpring give, That till the World's last end fhall make thy name to live. Anno Etatis 19. At a Vacation Exercife in the College, part Latin, part Englifn. The Latin Speeches ended, the English thus began. HAL, native Language, that by finews weak Didft move my firft endeavouring tongue to speak, And mad'ft imperfect words with childifh trips, Half unpronounc'd, flide through my infant lips, Driving dumb filence from the portal door, Where he had mutely fat two years before: Here I falute thee, and thy pardon afk, That now I use thee in my latter task : Small |