MISCELLANEOUS THOYGBTS. 357 sage into the world of spirits ! We know we must leave our flesh behind us in the grave; and there let it lie till it bath finished the time of its appointed purification ; let it lie and refine from all the dregs of sin and sensual impurities ; let it wait for the beams of the last morning, and salute the dawn of the great rising-day. Glorious and surprising day indeed, for the resto- ration of all the originals of mankind, when paintings and sha- dows shall be no more ! Blessed hour, when our dust, at the creating call of heaven, shall up start into man ; it shall glow with new life and immortal colours, such as nature in her gayest scenes bath never displayed such as the dreams of poets were never able to represent, nor the pallet of Titian ever knew. XXIX. On the Sight of Queen Mary, in the Year 1894. t I saw th' illustrious form, I saw Beauty that gave the nations law Her eyes, like mercy on a throne, In condescending grandedr shone. S That blooming face ! how lovelyfair ! Math nature mix'd herwondersthere ! The rosy morn such lustre shows, Glancing along the Scythian snows. 3 tier shape, her motion, and her mien, All heav'nly; such are angels seen, When the bright vision grows intense, And fancy aids our feebler sense. 4 Earth's proudest idolsdare not vie With such superior majesty :. A kindling vapour might as soon Rise from the bogs, and mate the moon. 5 I'll call no Raphael from his rest; Such charms can never be exprest: Pencil and paint were never made To draw pure light without a shade. 6 Britain beholds herquçen with pride, And mighty William at her side Gracing the throne, while at their feet With humble joy three nations meet. 7 Secure of empire, she might lay Her crown, her robes, and state away, And 'midst ten thousand nymphs be seen : Her beautywould proclaim thequeen, Epnnorthosis. 8 Iter guardian angel heard my song, Fond man, he cry'd, forbear to wrong My lovely charge. So vulgar eyes Gaze at thestars,and praise theskies. 9 Ru delythey praise who dwell below, A ndheav'n's true glories never know, Where stars and planets are no more Than pebbles scatteed on the floor. 10 So, where celestial virtues joiu'd Form an incomparable mind, Crowns, sceptres, beauties, charms, and air, Stand but as shining servants there. XXX. -On the'EJigies of h's Royal Highness George, late Prince of Denmark, and Lord High Admiral of Great - Britain, made in Wax, and seated at a Banquet near the Effigies of her late Majesty Queen Anne. All happily performed in a very near Imitation of the Life, by Chrysis, 1705. SO look'd the hero, coming from the board Of naval counsels, and put off his sword. So sat the Prince, when with a smiling air He relish'd life, and pleas'd his Sovereign Fair. Surprising form ! scarce with a softer mien Did his first love address his future Queen!
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