28 LYRIC POEMS. Reflecting rosy light ! So sits the sun (Fair eye of heav n!) upon a crimson. Cloud Near the horizon, and with gentle ray Smileslovelyronndthesky,till rising fogs, 'Portending night, with foul and heavy Involvegthe golden star, and sink him Opprest with darkness. -- On the Death of an aged and konodred Relative, Mrs. M. IV. July 13, 1693. 1 I Know the kindred-mind. 'Tis she, 'tis she Among the heav'nly forms I see [free; The kindred mind from fleshly bondage O how unlike the thing was lately seen Groaning and panting on the bed, With ghastly air, and langnish'd head, Life on this side, there the dead, While the delaying flesh lay shivering between ! a Long did the earthly house restrain In toilsome slaverythatethereal guest ; Prison'd her round in walls of pain, And twisted cramps and aches with her chain ; [opprest Till by the weight of nnm'roas days The earthy house began to reel, [fell ; The pillars trembled, and the building Thecaptive soul became her own again, Tir'd with the sorrows and the cares, A tedious train of fourscore years, The pris'ner smil'd to be releast, She felt her fetters loose, and mounted to her rest. il Gaze on, my soul, and let a perfect Paint her idea all anew ; [view Raze out those melancholy shapes of woe [cloud it so. Tbathang around thymemory, and be- Come, Fancy, come, with essences refin'd, [white; With youthful green, and spotless Deep be the tincture, . and the colours bright [mind. T' express the beauties of a naked Provide no glooms to form a shade ; All things above of vary'd light are made, Nor can the heav'nly piece require a mortal aid. But it the features, too divine, Beyond the power of fancy shine, Conceal th' inimitable strokes behind a graceful shrine. 4 Describe the saint from- head to feet, Make all the lines in just proportion. meet But let her posture be Filling a chair of high degree ; Observe how near it stands to .the al- mighty seat. j Paint the new graces of her Oyes ; Fresh in her looks let sprightly youth arise, And joys unknown below the skies. Virtue, that lives conceal'd below, And to the breast eonfln'd, Sits here triumphant on the brow, And breakswith radiant glories 'ihrough The features of the mind: Express her passion still the same, But more divinely sweet; Love has an everlasting flame,. And makes the work complete. 5 The painter muse with glancing eye Observ'd a manly spirit nigh,* That death had long disjoin'd a In the fair tablet they shall stand United by a happier band." She said, and fix 'd her sight, and drew the manly mind, Recount the years, my song (a mournful round !) Since he was seen on earth no more Ile fought in lower seas and drown'd; Ent victory and peace he found On the superior shore. There now' his tuneful breath in sacred songs Employs the European and the Eas- tern tongues. Let th' awful truncheon and the flute, The pencil and the well -known lute, Powerful numbers, charming wit, And every art and science meet, And bring their laurels to his hand, or lay them at his feet. 6 'Tis done. What beams of glory fall (Rich varnish of immortal art) To gild the bright Original ! "ris done. The muse has now per- form'd her part. Bring down the piece, Urania, from above, And let my honour and my love Dress it with chains of gold to hang upon my heart. s: My grandfather Mr. Thomas Watts had such acquaintance with the mathe- matics, painting, music, and poesy, &c. as gave him considerable esteem among his contemporaries. He was commander of a ship of war, 1656, and by blowing up of the ship in the Dutch war he was drowned in his youth.
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