POEMS AND SATIRES OF
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nd frec]iueul: lightning, to her squl chat flieiDivides the air and opens all the sklCE.Apd now hJK life, suppendfd by her breath,Ran o«t impetuously to ha6t«Di!ig Death.Like pDlisbed mirrorE, so his steely breaeiHad every figure ot her wt>ea expreased,And with the damp of her last gasps obsctirediHad drawn such stains as weie not to be curd.]Fate could aat clthvr reach with single stroke,But, the dear image fled, the mirror broke.Who now shall tell us more of moucnftJ swan,]Ofhalcyotii kind, or bleeding pelicans:?No downy breast did e'er iso gently beat.Or fan with airy plumes &o soft an heal ;For he no duty by his height excused,Nor, though a prince, to be a man refused;But rather than in his Eliza's painNot love, not grieve, would neither live reign jAnd iu himself eo oft immortal tried,Yet in compassioa of another died. So have I seea a vine, wbo&e lasting age.Of many a winter hath survived the rage,Under whoBe ahady tent, men every year,At its rich bfood's exjjense, their sorrow cheer ;If some dear bfanch where it extends Its lifeChance to be pruned by an untimely knift,The parent tree unto the grief succeeds,And tbfough the wound its vital liumour bleedt;Trickling in watery drops, whose flowing shxprWeeps that it falls ere fixed into a grape ;So the dry stock, no more that spreading vine,FruBtrateii the autuniQ, and die bopeu of wine. ANDREW MARVEJ^L 127 -cret cause doea sure Lhose siigos ordain^Ppreboding princes' falls,, and seldom Tain ;Whether sonic kinder powers, that wish us well.What th«y above cannot pfevent, foretell ;Or the great world do by consent presage,A.B boilow seas with fmure tempests rage ;Or rather Heaven, which ua bo loDg foresees,Tiieir funeral celebrates, while it decreet,But never yet was any human fateBy Nature bdemnized with so much state:He unconcerned the drcadfii! passage crossed.But oh ! what pangs that death did Nature COM t^First the great thunder was shot ofF, and sentThe signal frurti tie starry battlement :The winds receive it, and its force outdo,As practising how they could thunder too ;Out of the binder's hand the sheaves they tore.And thrashed the harvest in the airy lloor iOr of huge trees, whose growth with his did rise.The deep foLiadatioa£ opened to the skies ;Then lieavy ehywers the wingM terapesta lead,And pour the deluge o^'er the chaos' bead.The race of warlike horaes at his tombOffer themseKefi in roany a hecatomb ;With pensive head towatds the ground they fall,And helpless laflguish at the Fainted stall.Numbers of men decrease with pains unknown,Ajid hasten, not to see hia death, their own- ' A great icorm Tngtd in the night preceding the djuy ofiwell'i ileatli. 123
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