What awe did the slow solemn knell inspire; The pealing organ, and the pausing choir; The duties by the lawn-robed prelate paid; And the last words, that dust to dust conveyed!

Deepe in the closet of my parts entyre**, Her worth is written with a golden quill, That me with heavenly fury doth inspire, And my glad mouth with her sweet prayses fill: Which when as Fame in her shril trump shall thunder, Let the world chuse to envy or to wonder.

Fain would I wake the consecrated lyre, And sing the sentiments thou didst inspire!

Out of thy silver bowres and secret blisse, Where thou dost sit in Venus lap above, Bathing thy wings in her ambrosial kisse, 25 That sweeter farre than any nectar is, Come softly, and my feeble breast inspire With gentle furie, kindled of thy fire.

With more love inflame my soul, With more fervent zeal inspire; Faith, that can all power control, Fill the grasp of my desire.

Or when, in paler tints array'd, The evening slowly spreads her shade; That soothing shade, that grateful gloom, Can more than day's enliv'ning bloom Still every fond, and vain desire, And calmer, purer, thoughts inspire; From earth the pensive spirit free, And lead the soften'd heart to Thee.

Two Sister-Nymphs, the fair AVENAS, lead Their fleecy squadrons on the lawns of Tweed; 75 Pass with light step his wave-worn banks along, And wake his Echoes with their silver tongue; Or touch the reed, as gentle Love inspires, In notes accordant to their chaste desires.

On him the Spirit largely poured, Exerts its sacred fire; Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, His holy breast inspire.

Affection is changed to abhorrence; and such detestation does his horrible offence inspire, that those of his own blood are bound to shun him, lest he derive comfort and consolation from their presence.

My altars kindled first that living coal; Restore, or practice better, what you stole: That virtue could this humble verse inspire, 'Tis all the restitution I require.

Those which are kept at sunrise, are gay and cheerful, like the hopes which the approach of that benignant luminary inspires.

THE LAST FLOWER Rich the first flower's graces be, But dearer far the last to me; My spirit feels renewal sweet, Of all my dreams hope or desire The hours of parting oft inspire

If Lockman's fate attends you when you write, Let prudence more propitious arts inspire; The lower still you crawl, you'll climb the higher.

50 Oh could the Muse my ravished breast inspire With warmth like yours, and raise an equal fire, Unnumbered beauties in my verse should shine,

Music religious heats inspires, It wakes the soul, and lifts it high, And wings it with sublime desires, And fits it to bespeak the Deity.

And into me that sacred breath inspire, Which thou there breathest perfect and entire.

Those which are kept at sunrise, are gay and cheerful, like the hopes which the approach of that benignant luminary inspires.

What awe did the slow solemn knell inspire; The pealing organ, and the pausing choir; The duties by the lawn-rob'd prelate paid; And the last words, that dust to dust convey'd!

This happy region Ataliba sway'd, 55 Whose mild behest the willing heart obey'd; Descendant of a scepter'd, sacred race, Whose origin from glowing suns they trace; And as o'er nature's form, the solar light Diffuses beauty, and inspires delight; 60