Poems On Various Subjects Religious and Moral
- Copy of a letter sent
by the Author's Master to the Publisher
- To Męcenas
- On Virtue
- To the
University of Cambridge, in New England
- To the King's Most Excellent Majesty
- On being brought from Africa
the Rev. Dr. Sewell
- On the Rev. Mr.
- On the Death of a
young Lady of five Years of Age
the Death of a young Gentleman
- To a
Lady on the Death of her Husband
- Goliath of Gath
- Thoughts on the
Works of Providence
- To a Lady on the
Death of three Relations
- To a
Clergyman on the Death of his Lady
Hymn to the Morning
- An Hymn to the
- On Isaiah lxiii.
- On Recollection
- On Imagination
Funeral Poem on the Death of an Infant aged twelve Months
- To Captain H. D. of the 65th Regiment
- To the Right Hon. William, Earl of
- Ode to Neptune
- To a Lady on her coming to North America with
her Son, for the Recovery of her Health
- To a Lady on her remarkable Preservation in a Hurricane
in North Carolina
- To a Lady and her
Children, on the Death of her Son and their Brother.
- To a Gentleman and Lady on the Death of the Lady's
Brother and Sister, and a Child of the Name of Avis,
aged one Year.
- On the Death of Dr. Samuel
- To a Gentleman on his
Voyage to Great-Britain, for the Recovery of his Health
- To the Rev. Dr. Thomas Amory on reading
his Sermons on Daily Devotion, in which that Duty is recommended
- On the Death of J. C. an
- An Hymn to Humanity
- To the Hon. T. H. Esq; on the Death of
- Niobe in Distress for her
Children slain by Apollo, from Ovid's Metamorphoses,
Book VI, and from a View of the Painting of Mr. Richard
- To S. M. a young African
Painter, on seeing his Works
- To his
Honour the Lieutenant-Governor, on the Death of his Lady
- A Farewel to America
- A Rebus by I. B.
- An Answer to
ditto, by Phillis Wheatley
P O E M
V A R IO U S S U B J E C T
R E L I G I O U S A N
D M O R A L.
P H I L L I S W H E A T L E Y,
NEGRO SERVANT to Mr. JOHN
Boston, in NEW ENGLAND.
L O N D O
Printed for A. BELL, Bookseller, Aldgate; and sold by
Messrs. C O X and B E R R Y, King-Street, B O S T O N.
D E D I C A T I O N.
Right Honourable the
C O U N T E S S
O E M
Are most respectfully
By her much
And devoted Servant,
R E F A C
H E following PO E M S were written originally
for the Amusement of the Author, as they were the Products of her
leisure Moments. She had no Intention ever to have published
them; nor would they now have made their Appearance, but at the
Importunity of many of her best, and most generous Friends; to
whom she considers herself, as under the greatest Obligations.
As her Attempts in Poetry are now sent into the
World, it is hoped the Critic will not severely censure their
Defects; and we presume they have too
much Merit to be cast
aside with Contempt, as worthless and trifling Effusions.
As to the Disadvantages she has laboured
under, with Regard to Learning, nothing needs to be offered, as
her Master's Letter in the following Page will sufficiently show
the Difficulties in this Respect she had to encounter.
With all their Imperfections, the Poems are now
humbly submitted to the Perusal of the
The following is a Copy of a LETTER sent
Author's Master to the Publisher.
HILLIS was brought from Africa to America, in the Year 1761, between seven
and eight Years of Age. Without any Assistance from School
Education, and by only what she was taught in the Family, she, in
sixteen Months Time from her Arrival, attained the English
language, to which she was an utter Stranger before, to such a
degree, as to read any, the most difficult Parts of the Sacred
Writings, to the great Astonishment of all who heard her.
As to her WRITING, her own
Curiosity led her to it; and this she learnt in so short a Time,
that in the Year 1765, she wrote a Letter to the Rev. Mr. OCCOM,
the Indian Minister, while in England.
She has a great Inclination to learn the Latin Tongue,
and has made some Progress in it. This Relation is given by her
Master who bought her, and with whom she now lives.
Boston, Nov. 14, 1772.
To the P U B L I C K.
S it has been
repeatedly suggested to the Publisher, by Persons, who have seen
the Manuscript, that Numbers would be ready to suspect they were
not really the Writings of PHILLIS, he has procured the following
Attestation, from the most respectable Characters in Boston, that none might have the least Ground for
disputing their Original.
W E whose Names
are under-written, do assure the World,
that the POEMS specified in
the following Page,* were (as we verily believe) written by Phillis, a young Negro Girl, who was but a few Years
since, brought an uncultivated Barbarian from Africa, and
has ever since been, and now is, under the Disadvantage of
serving as a Slave in a Family in this Town. She has been
examined by some of the best Judges, and is thought qualified to
|*The Words "following Page," allude to the Contents
of the Manuscript Copy, which are wrote at the Back of the above
His Excellency THOMAS HUTCHINSON, Governor.
The Hon. ANDREW OLIVER, Lieutenant-Governor.
|The Hon. Thomas
The Hon. John Erving,
The Hon. James Pitts,
The Hon. Harrison Gray,
Hon. James Bowdoin,
John Hancock, Esq;
Richard Carey, Esq;
| | The Rev. Charles Chauncey, D. D.
| The Rev. Mather
Byles, D. D.
| The Rev. Ed. Pemberton, D.
| The Rev. Andrew Elliot, D. D.
| The Rev. Samuel Cooper, D. D.
| The Rev.
Mr. Saumel Mather,
| The Rev. Mr. John
| Mr. John Wheatley, her
B. The original Attestation, signed by the above Gentlemen,
may be seen by applying to Archibald Bell, Bookseller, No.
P O E M S
V A R I O U S S U B J E C T
Ę C E N A S.
O N V I R T U
Ę C E N A S, you, beneath the
Read o'er what poets sung, and shepherds
What felt those poets but you feel the same?
not your soul possess the sacred flame?
Their noble strains
your equal genius shares
In softer language, and diviner
While Homer paints, lo! circumfus'd
Celestial Gods in mortal forms appear;
they move hear each recess rebound,
Heav'n quakes, earth trembles, and
the shores resound.
Great Sire of verse, before my mortal
The lightnings blaze across the vaulted skies,
as the thunder shakes the heav'nly plains,
A deep felt horror
thrills through all my veins.
When gentler strains demand thy
The length'ning line moves languishing
When great Patroclus courts Achilles' aid,
The grateful tribute of my tears is paid;
the shore he feels the pangs of love,
And stern Pelides tend'rest passions move.
Great Maro's strain in heav'nly numbers flows,
The Nine inspire,
and all the bosom glows.
O could I rival thine and Virgil's page,
Or claim the Muses with the Mantuan Sage;
Soon the same beauties should my mind
And the same ardors in my soul should burn:
should my song in bolder notes arise,
And all my numbers
But here I sit, and mourn a grov'ling
That fain would mount, and ride
upon the wind.
Not you, my friend, these
plaintive strains become,
The happier Terence* all the choir inspir'd,
Not you, whose bosom is the Muses home;
When they from tow'ring Helicon retire,
They fan in you the bright immortal fire,
less happy, cannot raise the song,
The fault'ring music dies
upon my tongue.
replenish'd, and his bosom fir'd;
ye Muses, why this partial grace,
|*He was an
alone of Afric's sable race;
From age to age
transmitting thus his name
With the first glory in the rolls
Thy virtues, great Męcenas! shall be sung
In praise of him, from
whom those virtues sprung:
While blooming wreaths around thy
I'll snatch a laurel from thine honour'd
While you indulgent smile upon the deed.
As long as Thames in streams majestic
Or Naiads in their oozy beds repose
While Phoebus reigns
above the starry train
While bright Aurora purples
o'er the main,
So long, great Sir, the muse thy praise shall
So long thy praise shal' make Parnassus ring:
Then grant, Męcenas, thy paternal
Hear me propitious, and defend my lays.
TO THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE,
Thou bright jewel in my aim I strive
To comprehend thee.
Thine own words declare
Wisdom is higher than a fool can
I cease to wonder, and no more attempt
height t' explore, or fathom thy profound.
But, O my soul,
sink not into despair,
Virtue is near thee, and with
Would now embrace thee, hovers o'er thine
Fain would the heav'n-born soul with her converse,
Then seek, then court her for
her promis'd bliss.
Auspicious queen, thine
heav'nly pinions spread,
And lead celestial Chastity along;
Lo! now her sacred retinue descends,
glory from the orbs above.
Attend me, Virtue, thro' my
O leave me not to the false joys of time!
But guide my steps to endless life and bliss.
Greatness, or Goodness, say what I shall call
To give me an higher appellation still,
Teach me a better strain, a
nobler lay, 20
O thou, enthron'd with Cherubs in the realms
To the K I N G's Most Excellent Majesty.
HILE an intrinsic ardor prompts
The muses promise to assist my pen;
long since I left my native shore
The land of errors, and Egyptian gloom:
Father of mercy, 'twas thy gracious
Brought me in safety from those dark abodes.
Students, to you 'tis giv'n to scan the heights
Above, to traverse the ethereal space,
And mark the systems
of revolving worlds.
Still more, ye
sons of science ye receive
The blissful news by messengers
How Jesus' blood for your redemption
See him with hands out-stretcht upon the cross;
Immense compassion in his bosom glows;
He hears revilers, nor
resents their scorn:
What matchless mercy in the Son of
When the whole human race by sin had fall'n,
deign'd to die that they might rise again,
And share with him
in the sublimest skies,
without death, and glory without end.
your privileges while they stay,
Ye pupils, and each hour
redeem, that bears
Or good or bad report of you to
Let sin, that baneful evil to the soul,
By you be
shun'd, nor once remit your guard;
Suppress the deadly
serpent in its egg.
Ye blooming plants of human race
An Ethiop tells you 'tis your greatest
Its transient sweetness turns to endless pain,
And in immense perdition sinks
On being brought from A F R I C A to
subjects hope, dread Sire--
The crown upon your brows may
And that your arm may in your God be
O may your sceptre num'rous nations sway,
with love and readiness obey!
But how shall we
the British king reward!
Rule thou in peace, our
father, and our lord!
Midst the remembrance of thy favours
The meanest peasants most admire the last*
|*The Repeal of
the Stamp Act.
May George, beloved by
all the nations round,
Live with heav'ns choicest constant
Great God, direct, and guard him from on
And from his head let ev'ry evil fly!
And may each clime with equal gladness see
A monarch's smile
can set his subjects free!
E R I CA.
the Death of the Rev. Dr. S E W E L L,
WAS mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
redemption neither sought nor knew,
Some view our sable race
with scornful eye,
"Their colour is a diabolic
Remember, Christians, Negroes, black
May be refin'd, and join th' angelic
On the Death of the Rev.
Mr. G E O R G E
yet the morn its lovely blushes spread,
See Sewell number'd with the happy dead.
Hail, holy man, arriv'd th'
Though we shall hear thy warning voice no
Come, let us all behold with wishful eyes
ascending to his native skies;
From hence the prophet wing'd
his rapt'rous way
To the blest mansions in eternal day.
Then begging for the Spirit of our God,
And panting eager for the same
Come, let us all with the same vigour rise,
take a prospect of the blissful skies;
While on our minds Christ's image is imprest,
And the dear Saviour glows
in ev'ry breast.
Thrice happy faint! to find thy heav'n at
What compensation for the evils past!
Great God, incomprehensible, unknown
By sense, we bow at
thine exalted throne.
O, while we beg thine excellence to
Thy sacred Spirit to our hearts
And give us of that mercy to partake,
hast promis'd for the Saviour's sake!
"Sewell is dead." Swift-pinion'd Fame thus cry'd.
"Lo, here a
man, redeem'd by Jesus's blood,
"Is Sewell dead," my trembling
O what a blessing in his flight deny'd!
How oft for us the holy prophet pray'd!
How oft to us the
Word of Life convey'd!
By duty urg'd my mournful verse to
I for his tomb this epitaph compose.
"A sinner once,
but now a saint with God;
"Behold ye rich, ye poor, ye
fools, ye wise,
"Not let his monument your heart
"Twill tell you what this holy man has
"Which gives him brighter lustre than the sun.
"Listen, ye happy, from your seats above.
sincerely, while I speak and love,
"He sought the paths
of piety and truth,
"By these made happy from his early
"In blooming years that
grace divine he felt,
"Which rescues sinners from the
chains of guilt.
"Mourn him, ye indigent, whom he has
"And henceforth seek, like him, for living
"Ev'n Christ, the bread descending from
"And ask an int'rest in his saving love.45
"Mourn him, ye youth, to whom he oft has told
"God's gracious wonders from the times of old.
too have cause this mighty loss to mourn,
"For he my
monitor will not return.
when shall we to his blest state arrive?
"When the same
graces in our bosoms thrive."
W H I T E F I E L D.
On the Death of a young Lady of Five Years
AIL, happy saint, on thine immortal
Possest of glory, life, and bliss unknown;
hear no more the music of thy tongue,
Thy wonted auditories
cease to throng.
Thy sermons in unequall'd accents
And ev'ry bosom with devotion glow'd;
in strains of eloquence refin'd
Inflame the heart, and
captivate the mind.
Unhappy we the setting sun deplore,
So glorious once, but ah! it
shines no more.
Behold the prophet in his
He leaves the earth for heav'n's unmeasur'd
And worlds unknown receive him from our sight.
There Whitefield wings with rapid course his way,
sails to Zion through vast seas of day.
great saint, and thine incessant cries
Have pierc'd the bosom
of thy native skies.
Thou moon hast seen, and all the stars
How he has wrestled with his God by night.
He pray'd that grace in ev'ry
heart might dwell,
He long'd to see America excell;
He charg'd its youth that ev'ry grace divine
Should with full lustre in their conduct shine;
which his soul did first receive,
The greatest gift that ev'n
a God can give,
He freely offer'd to the num'rous throng,
That on his lips with list'ning pleasure hung.
"Take him, ye wretched, for your only good,
him ye starving sinners, for your food;
"Ye thirsty, come to this
"Ye preachers, take him for your
"Take him my dear Americans, he
"Be your complaints on his kind bosom laid:
"Take him, ye Africans, he longs for you,
"Impartial Saviour is his title due:
"Wash'd in the fountain of redeeming blood,
shall be sons, and kings, and priests to God."
Great Countess,* we Americans revere
Thy name, and mingle in thy grief sincere;
to whom Mr.
New England deeply
feels, the Orphans mourn,
Their more than father will
no more return.
But, though arrested by the hand
Whitefield no more exerts his lab'ring
Yet let us view him in th' eternal skies,
ev'ry heart to this bright vision rise;
While the tomb safe
retains its sacred trust,
Till life divine re-animates his
the Death of a young Gentleman.
ROM dark abodes to fair etherial light
enraptur'd innocent has wing'd her flight;
On the kind bosom
of eternal love
She finds unknown beatitude above.
known, ye parents, nor her loss deplore,
She feels the iron
hand of pain no more;
The dispensations of unerring
Should turn your sorrows into grateful praise;
then no tears for her henceforward flow,
No more distress'd in our dark
Her morning sun, which rose divinely
Was quickly mantled with the gloom of night;
hear in heav'n's blest bow'rs your Nancy fair,
learn to imitate her language there.
"Thou, Lord, whom I
behold with glory crown'd,
"By what sweet name, and in
what tuneful sound
"Wilt thou be prais'd? Seraphic
pow'rs are faint
"Infinite love and majesty to
"To thee let all their graceful voices raise,
"And saints and angels
join their songs of praise."
bliss she from her heav'nly home
Looks down, and smiling
beckons you to come;
Why then, fond parents, why these
Restrain your tears, and cease your
Freed from a world of sin, and snares, and
Why would you wish your daughter back again?
No--bow resign'd. Let hope your grief control,
And check the
rising tumult of the soul.
Calm in the prosperous, and
Adore the God who gives
and takes away;
Eye him in all, his holy name revere,
Upright your actions, and your hearts sincere,
sail'd through life's tempestuous sea,
And from its rocks,
and boist'rous billows free,
Yourselves, safe landed on the
Shall join your happy babe to part no
a Lady on the Death of her Husband.
HO taught thee conflict with the
pow'rs of night,
To vanquish satan in the fields of
Who strung thy feeble arms with might unknown,
great thy conquest, and how bright thy crown!
War with each
princedom, throne, and pow'r is o'er,
The scene is ended to
return no more.
O could my muse thy seat on high behold,
How deckt with laurel, how enrich'd with gold!
O could she
hear what praise thine harp employs,
How sweet thine anthems, how
divine thy joys!
What heav'nly grandeur should exalt her
What holy raptures in her numbers reign!
the troubles of the mind to peace,
To still the tumult of
life's tossing seas,
To ease the anguish of the parents
What shall my sympathizing verse impart?
the balm to heal so deep a wound?
Where shall a sov'reign
remedy be found?
Look, gracious Spirit, from thine heav'nly
And thy full joys into their
The raging tempest of their grief control,
And spread the dawn of glory through the soul,
To eye the
path the saint departed trod,
And trace him to the bosom of
L I A T H O F G A T H.
monarch! see, depriv'd of vital breath,
A young physician in
the dust of death:
Dost thou go on incessant to destroy,
Our griefs to double, and lay waste our joy?
Enough thou never yet wast known to say,
Though millions die, the
vassals of thy sway:
Nor youth, nor science, not the ties of
Nor ought on earth thy flinty heart can move.
friend, the spouse from his dire dart to save,
In vain we ask the sovereign of
Fair mourner, there see thy lov'd Leonard laid,
And o'er him spread the deep impervious shade.
Clos'd are his eyes, and heavy fetters keep
His senses bound
in never-waking sleep,
Till time shall cease, till many a
Shall fall from heav'n, in dire confusion
Till nature in her final wreck shall lie,
last groan shall rend the azure sky:
Not, not till then his
active soul shall claim
a divine immortal frame.
But see the
softly-stealing tears apace
Pursue each other down the
But cease thy tears, bid ev'ry sigh
And cast the load of anguish from thine heart:
From the cold shell of his great soul arise,
And look beyond,
thou native of the skies;
There fix thy view, where fleeter
than the wind
Thy Leonard mounts, and leaves the earth
Thyself prepare to pass the vale of night
To join for ever on the hills
To thine embrace this joyful spirit moves
thee, the partner of his earthly loves;
He welcomes thee to
pleasures more refin'd,
And better suited to th' immortal
1 SAM. Chap. xvii.
Thoughts on the
WORKS of PROVIDENCE.
E martial pow'rs, and all ye
Inspire my song, and aid my high design.
The dreadful scenes and toils of war I write,
warriors, and the fields of fight:
You best remember, and you
best can sing
The acts of heroes to the vocal string:
Resume the lays with which your sacred lyre,
Did then the
poet and the sage inspire.
Now front to front the
armies were display'd,
Here Israel rang'd, and there the foes array'd;
on two opposing mountains stood,
Thick as the foliage of the
Between them an extensive valley lay,
which the gleaming armour pour'd the day,
When from the camp
of the Philistine foes,
Dreadful to view, a mighty
In the dire deeds of bleeding battle
The monster stalks the terror of the field.
From Gath he sprung, Goliath was his name,
Of fierce deportment, and
A brazen helmet on his head was plac'd,
coat of mail his form terrific grac'd,
The greaves his legs,
the targe his shoulders prest:
Dreadful in arms high-tow'ring
o'er the rest
A spear he proudly wav'd, whose iron head,
Strange to relate, six hundred shekels weigh'd;
along, and shook the ample field,
While Phoebus blaz'd
refulgent on his shield:
Through Jacob's race a
chilling horror ran,
When thus the
huge, enormous chief began:
"Say, what the
cause that in this proud array
"You set your battle in
the face of day?
"One hero find in all your vaunting
"Then see who loses, and who wins the plain;
"For he who wins, in triumph may demand
service from the vanquish'd land:
"Your armies I defy,
your force despise,
"By far inferior in Philistia's eyes:
"Produce a man, and let us try
contest, and the victor's right."
challeng'd he: all Israel stood amaz'd,
When the fair
morning blush'd with orient red,
chief in consternation gaz'd;
But Jesse's son in
youthful bloom appears,
And warlike courage far beyond his
He left the folds, he left the flow'ry meads,
soft recesses of the sylvan shades.
Now Israel's monarch, and his troops arise,
With peals of shouts ascending
to the skies;
In Elah's vale the scene of combat
What David's fire
enjoin'd the son obey'd,
And swift of foot towards the trench
Where glow'd each bosom with the martial flame.
He leaves his carriage to another's care,
And runs to greet
his brethren of the war.
While yet they spake the giant-chief
Repeats the challenge, and insults his foes:
Struck with the sound, and trembling at the view,
Affrighted Israel from its post withdrew.
"Observe ye this
tremendous foe, they cry'd,
"Who in proud vaunts our
armies hath defy'd:
"Whoever lays him prostrate on the
"Freedom in Israel for his house shall
"And on him wealth unknown the king will pour,
"And give his royal daughter for his dow'r."
Then Jesse's youngest hope: "My brethren
"What shall be done for him who takes away
"Reproach from Jacob, who destroys the chief.
"And puts a period to his country's grief.
"He vaunts the honours of
his arms abroad,
"And scorns the armies of the living
Thus spoke the youth, th' attentive
Eliab heard, and kindled into ire
The wond'rous hero, and again reply'd:
"Such the rewards our monarch will bestow,
who conquers, and destroys his foe."
To hear his shepherd
brother thus inquire,
And thus begun: "What errand
brought thee? say
"Who keeps thy flock? or does it go
"I know the base
ambition of thine heart,
"But back in safety from the
Eliab thus to Jesse's youngest heir,
Express'd his wrath in accents
When to his brother mildly he reply'd.
"What have I done? or what the cause to chide?
The words were told before the king, who sent
For the young hero to his royal tent:
Before the monarch
dauntless he began,
"For this Philistine fail no
heart of man:
"I'll take the
vale, and with the giant fight:
"I dread not all his
boasts, nor all his might."
When thus the king:
"Dar'st thou a stripling go,
"And venture combat
with so great a foe?
"Who all his days has been inur'd
"And made its deeds his study and delight:
"Battles and bloodshed brought the monster forth,
"And clouds and whirlwinds usher'd in his birth."
When David thus: "I kept the fleecy care,
"And out there rush'd a lion and a bear;
"A tender lamb the hungry
"And with no other weapon than my crook
"Bold I pursu'd, and chas d him o'er the field,
"The prey deliver'd, and the felon kill'd:
the lion and the bear I slew,
"So shall Goliath fall, and all his crew:
"The God, who sav'd me from
these beasts of prey,
"By me this monster in the dust
So David spoke. The wond'ring king
"Go thou with heav'n and victory on thy
"This coat of mail, this
sword gird on," he said,
And plac'd a mighty helmet on
The coat, the sword, the helm he laid aside,
Nor chose to venture with those arms untry'd,
Then took his
staff, and to the neighb'ring brook
Instant he ran, and
thence five pebbles took.
Mean time descended to Philistia's son
A radiant cherub, and he thus
"Goliath, well thou know'st thou hast
"Yon Hebrew armies, and their God deny'd:
audacious worm! forbear,
"Nor tempt the vengeance of
their God too far:
"Them, who with his Omnipotence
"No eye shall pity, and no arm defend:
"Proud as thou art, in short liv'd glory great,
come to tell thee thine approaching fate.
words. The Judge of all the gods,
"Beneath whose steps
the tow'ring mountain nods,
"Will give thine armies to
the savage brood,
"That cut the liquid air, or range the
"Thee too a well-aim'd
pebble shall destroy,
"And thou shalt perish by a
"Such is the mandate from the realms
"And should I try the vengeance to remove,
"Myself a rebel to my king would prove.
"Goliath say, shall grace to him be shown,
"Who dares heav'ns Monarch, and insults his throne?"
"Your words are lost on me," the giant
While fear and wrath contended in his eyes,
thus the messenger from heav'n replies:
"Provoke no more Jehovah's awful hand
"To hurl its vengeance on
thy guilty land:
"He grasps the thunder, and, he wings
"Servants their sov'reign's orders to
The angel spoke, and turn'd his
Adding new radiance to the rising day.
Now David comes: the fatal stones demand
His left, the staff engag'd his better hand:
The giant mov'd,
and from his tow'ring height
Survey'd the stripling, and
disdain'd the fight,
began: "Am I a dog with thee?
"Bring'st thou no
armour, but a staff to me?
"The gods on thee their
vollied curses pour,
"And beasts and birds of prey thy
David undaunted thus,
"Thy spear and shield
"Shall no protection to thy
"Jehovah's name------no other arms I
"I ask no other in this glorious war.
"To-day the Lord of Hosts to me will give
to-day thy doom thou shalt receive;
"The fate you threaten
shall your own become,
"And beasts shall be your
"That all the earth's inhabitants may
"That there's a God, who governs all below:
"This great assembly too shall witness stand,
needs nor sword, nor spear, th' Almighty's hand:
battle his, the conquest he bestows,
"And to our pow'r
consigns our hated foes."
Thus David spoke; Goliath heard and came
To meet the hero in the
field of fame.
meeting to thy troops and thee,
But thou wast deaf to the
Young David meets thee, meets thee not
'Tis thine to perish on th' ensanguin'd plain.
And now the youth the forceful pebble slung
Philistia trembled as it whizz'd along:
In his dread
forehead, where the helmet ends,
Just o'er the brows the
well-aim'd stone descends,
It pierc'd the skull, and
shatter'd all the brain,
Prone on his face he tumbled to the
Goliath's fall no
smaller terror yields
Than riving thunders in aerial
The soul still ling'red in its lov'd abode,
conq'ring David o'er the giant strode:
Goliath's sword then laid its master dead,
the body hew'd the ghastly head;
The blood in gushing
torrents drench'd the plains,
The soul found passage through
the spouting veins.
And now aloud th' illustrious
"Where are your boastings now your
had he spoke, when the Philistines fled:
But fled in
vain; the conqu'ror swift pursu'd:
What scenes of slaughter!
and what seas of blood!
There Saul thy thousands
grasp'd th' impurpled sand
In pangs of death the conquest of
And David there were thy ten thousands
Thus Israel's damsels musically play'd.
Near Gath and Edron many an hero
Breath'd out their souls, and curs'd the light of
Their fury, quench'd by death, no longer burns,
And David with Goliath's head returns,
To Salem brought, but
in his tent he plac'd
The load of armour which the giant
His monarch saw him coming from the war,
demanded of the son of Ner.
"Say, who is this
amazing youth?" he cry'd
When thus the leader of the
"As lives thy soul I know not whence he
"So great in prowess though in years so
"Inquire whose son is he," the
whose conq'ring arm Philistia fled."
king behold the stripling stand,
depending from his hand:
To him the king: "Say of what
"Art thou, young hero, and what sire was
He humbly thus; "The son of Jesse I:
"I came the glories of the field to try.
"Small is my tribe, but valiant in the fight;
"Small is my city, but thy royal right."
take the promis'd gifts," the monarch cry'd,
Conferring riches and the
"Knit to my soul for ever thou remain
"With me, nor quit my regal roof again."
a Lady on the Death of three Relations.
RISE, my soul, on wings enraptur'd,
To praise the monarch of the earth and skies,
goodness and benificence appear
As round its centre moves the
Or when the morning glows with rosy charms,
Or the sun slumbers in the ocean's arms:
Of light divine be a
rich portion lent
To guide my soul, and favour my intend.
Celestial muse, my arduous flight sustain
And raise my mind to a seraphic
Ador'd for ever be the God unseen,
Which round the sun revolves this vast machine,
Though to his
eye its mass a point appears:
Ador'd the God that whirls
Which first ordain'd that mighty Sol should reign
The peerless monarch of th' ethereal
Of miles twice forty millions is his height,
yet his radiance dazzles mortal sight
So far beneath--from
him th' extended earth
derives, and ev'ry flow'ry birth:
Vast through her orb she
moves with easy grace
Around her Phoebus in unbounded
True to her course th' impetuous storm derides,
Triumphant o'er the winds, and surging tides.
Almighty, in these wond'rous works of thine,
Creation smiles in
various beauty gay,
What Pow'r, what Wisdom, and what Goodness shine!
And are thy wonders, Lord, by men explor'd,
yet creating glory unador'd
While day to
night, and night succeeds to day:
That Wisdom, which
attends Jehovah's ways,
Shines most conspicuous in the
Without them, destitute of heat and light,
This world would be the reign of endless night:
excess how would our race complain,
Abhorring life! how hate
its length'ned chain!
From air adust what num'rous ills would
What dire contagion taint the burning skies?
pestilential vapours, fraught with death,
Would rise, and overspread the
Hail, smiling morn, that from the
Ascending dost adorn the heav'nly plain!
rich, so various are thy beauteous dies,
That spread through
all the circuit of the skies,
That, full of thee, my soul in
And thy great God, the cause of all adores.
O'er beings infinite his love extends,
His Wisdom rules them, and his Pow'r defends.
tasks diurnal tire the human frame,
The spirits faint, and dim the
Then too that ever active bounty shines,
Which not infinity of space confines.
The sable veil, that Night in silence draws,
Conceals effects, but shows
th' Almighty Cause,
Night seals in sleep the wide
And all is peaceful but the brow of care.
Again, gay Phoebus, as the day before,
eye, but what shall wake no more;
Again the face of nature is
Which still appears
harmonious, fair, and good.
May grateful strains salute the
Before its beams the eastern hills adorn!
Shall day to day, and night to night conspire
But see the sons
of vegetation rise,
show the goodness of the Almighty Sire?
This mental voice
shall man regardless hear,
And never, never raise the filial
To-day, O hearken, nor your folly mourn
mispent, that never will return.
And spread their
leafy banners to the skies.
All-wise Almighty Providence we
In trees, and plants, and all the flow'ry race;
clear as in the nobler frame of man,
All lovely copies of the
The pow'r the same that forms a ray of
That call d creation from eternal night.
there be light," he said: from his profound
Old Chaos heard, and trembled at the sound:
Swift as the
word, inspir'd by pow'r divine,
Behold the light around its Maker shine,
The first fair
product of th' omnific God,
And now through all his works
As reason's pow'rs by day our
So we may trace him in the night's repose:
Say what is sleep? and dreams how passing strange!
action ceases, and ideas range
Licentious and unbounded o'er
Where Fancy's queen in giddy triumph
Hear in soft strains the dreaming lover sigh
To a kind fair, or rave in
On pleasure now, and now on vengeance bent,
lab'ring passions struggle for a vent.
What pow'r, O man! thy reason then restores,
So long suspended in nocturnal
What secret hand returns the mental train,
gives improv'd thine active pow'rs again?
From thee, O man,
what gratitude should rise!
And, when from balmy sleep thou
op'st thine eyes,
Let thy first thoughts be praises to the
How merciful our God who
O'erflowing tides of joy to human hearts,
When wants and woes might be our righteous lot,
forgetting, by our God forgot!
Among the mental
pow'rs a question rose,
"Say, mighty pow'r, how long
shall strife prevail,
"What most the image of th'
When thus to Reason (so let Fancy rove)
Her great companion spoke immortal Love.
"And with its murmurs load the
cause to Recollection's shrine,
proclaims my origin divine,
"The cause whence heav'n and
earth began to be,
"And is not man immortaliz'd by
"Reason let this most causeless strife
Thus Love pronounc'd, and Reason thus reply'd.
"Thy birth, coelestial queen!
'tis mine to own,
"In thee resplendent is the Godhead
"Thy words persuade, my soul enraptur'd feels
"Resistless beauty which thy smile reveals."
Ardent she spoke, and,
kindling at her charms,
She clasp'd the blooming goddess in
Infinite Love where'er we turn
Appears: this ev'ry creature's wants supplies;
This most is heard in Nature's constant voice,
makes the morn, and this the eve rejoice;
This bids the
fost'ring rains and dews descend
To nourish all, to serve one
The good of man: yet man ungrateful pays
little homage, and but little praise.
To him, whose works arry'd
with mercy shine,
What songs should rise, how constant, how
To a Clergyman on the
Death of his Lady.
trace the pow'r of Death from tomb to tomb,
And his are all
the ages yet to come.
'Tis his to call the planets from on
To blacken Phoebus, and dissolve the sky;
His too, when all in his dark realms are hurl'd,
firm base to shake the solid world;
His fatal sceptre rules
the spacious whole,
And trembling nature rocks from pole to
Awful he moves, and wide his wings are
Behold thy brother number'd
with the dead!
From bondage freed, the exulting spirit
Beyond Olympus, and these starry skies.
in our woe for thee, blest shade, we mourn
In vain; to earth
thou never must return.
Thy sisters too, fair mourner, feel
Of Death, and with fresh torture rend thine
Weep not for them, and leave the world behind.
As a young plant by hurricanes up torn,
So near its parent lies the
But 'midst the bright ehtereal train behold
It shines superior on a throne of gold:
Then, mourner, cease;
let hope thy tears restrain,
Smile on the tomb, and sooth the
On yon blest regions fix thy longing view,
Mindless of sublunary scenes below;
Ascend the sacred mount,
in thought arise,
And seek substantial and immortal joys;
Where hope receives, where faith to vision springs,
And raptur'd seraphs tune th'
To strains extatic. Thou the chorus
And to thy father tune the praise divine.
An H Y M N to the MORNING.
HERE contemplation finds her sacred
Where heav'nly music makes the arches ring,
virtue reigns unsully'd and divine,
Where wisdom thron'd, and
all the graces shine,
There sits thy spouse amidst the
While praise eternal warbles from her
There choirs angelic shout her welcome round,
With perfect bliss, and peerless glory crown'd.
While thy dear mate, to flesh no more confin'd,
Exults a blest, an heav
Say in thy breast shall floods of sorrow
Say shall its torrents overwhelm thine eyes?
the seats of heav'n a place is free,
And angels open their
bright ranks for thee;
For thee they wait, and with expectant
Thy spouse leans downward from th' empyreal sky:
"O come away," her longing spirit cries,
share with me the raptures of the skies.
divine to mortals is unknown;
"Immortal life and glory are our own.
may the dear pledges of our love
"Arrive, and taste with
us the joys above;
"Attune the harp to more than mortal
"And join with us the tribute of their praise
"To him, who dy'd stern justice to stone,
eternal glory all our own.
"He in his death slew ours,
and, as he rose,
"He crush'd the dire dominion of our
"Vain were their hopes to put the God to
"Chain us to hell, and
bar the gates of light."
She spoke, and
turn'd from mortal scenes her eyes,
Then thou dear man, no
more with grief retire,
Which beam'd celestial
radiance o'er the skies.
Let grief no longer damp devotion's
But rise sublime, to equal bliss aspire,
no more be wafted by the wind,
No more complain, but be to
'Twas thine t' unfold the oracles divine,
To sooth our woes the task was also thine;
Now sorrow is incumbent on thy
Permit the muse a cordial to impart;
Who can to
thee their tend'rest aid refuse?
To dry thy tears how longs
the heav'nly muse!
An H Y M N to the EVENING.
TTEND my lays, ye ever honour'd nine,
Assist my labours, and my strains refine;
numbers pour the notes along,
For bright Aurora now
demands my song.
Aurora hail, and all the
Which deck thy progress through the vaulted
The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays,
ev'ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays;
Harmonious lays the
feather'd race resume,
bright eye, and shake the painted plume.
shady groves, your verdant gloom display
To shield your poet
from the burning day:
See in the east th'
illustrious king of day!
Calliope awake the sacred
While thy fair sisters fan the pleasing fire:
bow'rs, the gales, the variegated skies
In all their
pleasures in my bosom rise.
His rising radiance drives the
But Oh! I feel his fervid beams too strong,
And scarce begun, concludes th'
ISAIAH lxiii. 1------8.
as the sun forsook the eastern main
The pealing thunder shook
the heav'nly plain;
Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr's
Exhales the incense of the blooming spring.
purl the streams, the birds renew their notes,
the air their mingled music floats.
the heav'ns what beauteous dies are spread!
But the west
glories in the deepest red:
So may our breasts with ev'ry
The living temples of
our God below!
Fill'd with the praise of him who
gives the light,
And draws the sable curtains of the
Let placid slumbers sooth each weary mind,
to wake more heav'nly, more refin'd;
So shall the labours of
the day begin
More pure, more guarded from the snares of
Night's leaden sceptre seals my drowsy
Then cease, my song, till fair Aurora rise.
AY, heav'nly muse, what king or
That moves sublime from Idumea's road?
In Bosrah's dies, with martial glories join'd,
purple vesture waves upon the wind.
Why thus enrob'd delights
he to appear
In the dread image of the Pow'r of
Compres'd in wrath the swelling wine-press
It bled, and pour'd the gushing purple round.
"Mine was the act," th' Almighty Saviour
And shook the dazzling glories
of his head,
"When all forsook I trod the press
"And conquer'd by omnipotence my own;
"For man's release sustain'd the pond'rous load,
"For man the wrath of an immortal God:
th' Eternal's dread command
"My soul I sacrific'd with
"Sinless I stood before the avenging
"Atoning thus for vices not my own."
His eye the ample field of battle round
Survey'd, but no created
His own omnipotence sustain'd the right,
His vengeance sunk the haughty foes in night;
feet the prostrate troops were spread,
And round him lay the
dying, and the dead.
Great God, what light'ning
flashes from thine eyes?
Against thy Zion though
her foes may rage,
What pow'r withstands if thou
And all their cunning, all their strength
Yet she serenely on thy bosom lies,
Smiles at their arts, and all
their force defies.
NEME begin. Inspire, ye sacred nine,
vent'rous Afric in her great design.
Mneme, immortal pow'r, I trace thy spring:
Assist my strains, while
I thy glories sing:
The acts of long departed years, by
Recover'd, in due order rang'd we see:
Thy pow'r the
long-forgotten calls from night,
That sweetly plays before
the fancy's sight.
Mneme in our nocturnal
The ample treasure of
her secret stores;
Swift from above the wings her silent
Through Phoebe's realms, fair regent of the
And, in her pomp of images display'd,
high-raptur'd poet gives her aid,
Through the unbounded
regions of the mind,
Diffusing light celestial and
The heav'nly phantom paints the actions
By ev'ry tribe beneath the rolling sun.
Mneme, enthron'd within the human breast,
Has vice condemn'd, and ev'ry
How sweet the sound when we her plaudit
Sweeter than music to the ravish'd ear,
than Maro's entertaining strains
the groves, and hills, and plains.
But how is Mneme dreaded by the race,
Who scorn her warnings and despise her
By her unveil'd each horrid crime appears,
awful hand a cup of wormwood bears.
Days, years mispent, O
what a hell of woe!
Hers the worst
tortures that our souls can know.
years their destin'd course have run,
O Virtue, smiling in
In fast succession
round the central sun.
How did the follies of that period
Unnotic'd, but behold them writ in brass!
Recollection see them fresh return,
And sure 'tis mine to be
asham'd, and mourn.
Do thou exert thy pow'r, and change the
Be thine employ to guide my future days,
And mine to pay the tribute of
Of Recollection such the pow'r
In ev'ry breast, and thus her pow'r is own'd.
The wretch, who dar'd the vengeance of the skies,
awakes in horror and surprise,
By her alarm'd, he sees
He howls in anguish, and repents too
But O! what peace, what joys are hers t' impart
ev'ry holy, ev'ry upright heart!
Thrice blest the man, who,
in her sacred shrine,
shelter'd from the wrath divine!
A Funeral P O E M on the
Death of C. E.
HY various works, imperial queen, we
How bright their forms! how deck'd with
pomp by thee!
Thy wond'rous acts in beauteous order
And all attest how potent is thine hand.
From Helicon's refulgent heights attend,
Now here, now there, the roving Fancy flies,
sacred choir, and my attempts befriend:
To tell her glories
with a faithful tongue,
Ye blooming graces, triumph in my
Till some lov'd
object strikes her wand'ring eyes,
Whose silken fetters all
the senses bind,
And soft captivity involves the mind.
Imagination! who can sing thy force?
who describe the swiftness of thy course?
Soaring through air
to find the bright abode,
Th' empyreal palace of the
We on thy pinions can surpass the wind,
And leave the rolling universe behind:
From star to star the
mental optics rove,
skies, and range the realms above.
There in one view we grasp
the mighty whole,
Or with new worlds amaze th' unbounded
Though Winter frowns to Fancy's raptur'd eyes
The fields may flourish, and gay
The frozen deeps may break their iron
And bid their waters murmur o'er the sands.
Fair Flora may resume her fragrant reign,
And with her
flow'ry riches deck the plain;
Sylvanus may diffuse
his honours round,
And all the
forest may with leaves be crown'd:
Show'rs may descend, and
dews their gems disclose,
And nectar sparkle on the blooming
Such is thy pow'r, nor are thine orders
O thou the leader of the mental train:
perfection all thy works are wrought,
And thine the sceptre
o'er the realms of thought.
Before thy throne the
Of subject-passions sov'reign ruler
At thy command joy rushes on the heart,
And through the glowing veins
the spirits dart.
Fancy might now her
silken pinions try
To rise from earth, and sweep th' expanse
From Tithon's bed now might Aurora rise,
Her cheeks all glowing with celestial dies,
pure stream of light o'erflows the skies.
The monarch of the
day I might behold,
And all the mountains tipt with radiant
But I reluctant leave the pleasing views,
Which Fancy dresses to delight the Muse;
Winter austere forbids
me to aspire,
And northern tempests damp the rising fire;
They chill the tides of Fancy's flowing sea,
then, my song, cease the unequal lay.
an Infant of Twelve Months.
To Captain H-----D, of the 65th Regiment.
HROUGH airy roads he wings his instant
To purer regions of celestial light;
sees unnumber'd systems roll,
Beneath him sees the universal
Planets on planets run their destin'd round,
circling wonders fill the vast profound.
Th' ethereal now,
and now th' empyreal skies
With growing splendors strike his
The angels view him with delight unknown,
Press his soft hand, and seat
him on his throne;
Then smilling thus: "To this divine
"The seat of saints, of seraphs, and of God,
"Thrice welcome thou." The raptur'd babe replies,
"Thanks to my God, who snatch'd me to the skies,
"E'er vice triumphant had possess'd my heart,
yet the tempter had beguil d my heart,
"E'er yet on
sin's base actions I was bent,
"E'er yet I knew
temptation's dire intent;
"E'er yet the lash for horrid
crimes I felt,
had led my way to guilt,
"But, soon arriv'd at my
"Full glories rush on my expanding
Joyful he spoke: exulting cherubs round
their glad wings, the heav'nly vaults resound.
Say, parents, why this unavailing moan?
Why heave your
pensive bosoms with the groan?
To Charles, the happy
subject of my song,
A brighter world, and nobler strains
Say would you tear him from the realms above
By thoughtless wishes, and
Doth his felicity increase your pain?
Or could you welcome to this world again
The heir of bliss?
with a superior air
Methinks he answers with a smile
"Thrones and dominions cannot tempt me
But still you cry, "Can we the
"And still and still must we not pour the
"Our only hope, more dear than vital breath,
"Twelve moons revolv'd, becomes the prey of death;
nightly visions give
"Thee to our arms, and we with joy
"We fain would clasp the Phantom to our
"The Phantom flies, and leaves the soul
To yon bright regions let your
Prepare to join your dearest infant friend
In pleasures without measure, without end.
To the Right Honourable W I L L I A M, Earl
AY, muse divine, can hostile
The warrior's bosom in the fields of
Lo! here the christian and the hero join
mutual grace to form the man divine.
In H-----D see with
pleasure and surprise,
Where valour kindles, and where virtue lies:
Go, hero brave, still grace the post of
And add new glories to thine honour'd name,
to the field, and still to virtue true:
Britannia glories in no
son like you.
of DARTMOUTH, His Majesty's Principal
of State for North-America, &c.
O D E T O N E P T U N E.
AIL, happy day, when, smiling like the
Fair Freedom rose New-England to
The northern clime beneath her genial ray,
Dartmouth, congratulates thy blissful sway:
hope her race no longer mourns,
Each soul expands, each
grateful bosom burns,
While in thine hand with pleasure we
The silken reins, and Freedom's charms
Long lost to realms beneath the northern skies
She shines supreme, while hated faction dies:
Soon as appear'd the Goddess long
Sick at the view, she languish'd and expir'd;
Thus from the splendors of the morning light
The owl in
sadness seeks the caves of night.
No more, America, in mournful strain
Should you, my
lord, while you peruse my song,
Of wrongs, and grievance
No longer shalt thou dread the iron
Which wanton Tyranny with lawless hand
made, and with it meant t' enslave the land.
Wonder from whence my love of Freedom sprung,
Whence flow these wishes for the
By feeling hearts alone best understood,
young in life, by seeming cruel fate
Was snatch'd from Afric's fancy'd happy seat:
What pangs excruciating
What sorrows labour in my parent's breast?
Steel'd was that soul and by no misery mov'd
That from a
father seiz'd his babe belov'd:
such my case. And can I then but pray
Others may never feel
For favours past, great Sir, our
thanks are due,
And thee we ask thy favours to renew,
Since in thy pow'r, as in thy will before,
To sooth the
griefs, which thou did'st once deplore.
May heav'nly grace
the sacred sanction give
To all thy works, and thou for ever
Not only on the wings of fleeting Fame,
Though praise immortal crowns the patriot's name,
But to conduct to heav'ns
May fiery coursers sweep th' ethereal
And bear thee upwards to that blest abode,
like the prophet, thou shalt find thy God.
On Mrs. W-----'s
Voyage to England.
HILE raging tempests shake the
While Ęlus' thunders round
And sweep impetuous o'er the plain
Be still, O
tyrant of the main;
Nor let thy brow contracted frowns
While my Susanna skims the wat'ry way.
The Pow'r propitious hears the lay,
daughters of the sea
With sweeter cadence glide along,
And Thames responsive
joins the song.
Pleas'd with their notes Sol sheds benign his ray,
And double radiance decks the face of
LADY on her coming to North-America
court thee to Britannia's arms
the climes and mild the sky,
Her region boasts unnumber'd
Thy welcome smiles in ev'ry eye.
Thy promise, Neptune keep, record my pray'r,
my wishes to the empty air.
Boston, October 12, 1772.
with her Son, for the
Recovery of her Health.
To a LADY on her remarkable Preservation
NDULGENT muse! my grov'ling mind
And fill my bosom with celestial fire.
See from Jamaica's fervid shore she moves,
Like the fair mother
of the blooming loves,
When from above the Goddess with her hand
Fans the soft breeze, and lights upon the
Thus she on Neptune's wat'ry realm reclin'd
Appear'd, and thus invites the ling'ring wind.
"Arise, ye winds, America explore,
"Waft me, ye gales, from
this malignant shore;
"The Northern milder climes
I long to greet,
"There hope that health will my arrival
Soon as she spoke in my ideal view
assented, and the vessel flew.
spouse bereft of wife and son,
From thence I turn, and leave the sultry plain,
In the grove's dark recesses
pours his moan;
Each branch, wide-spreading to the ambient
Forgets its verdure, and submits to die.
And swift pursue thy passage
o'er the main:
The ship arrives before the fav'ring wind,
And makes the Philadelphian port assign'd,
attend you to Bostonia's arms,
friendship ev'ry bosom warms:
Thrice welcome here! may health
Bloom on thy cheek, and bound in ev'ry
Then back return to gladden ev'ry heart,
your spouse his soul's far dearer part,
Receiv'd again with
what a sweet surprise,
in transport starting from his eyes!
While his attendant son
with blooming grace
Springs to his father's ever dear
With shouts of joy Jamaica's rocks
With shouts of joy the country rings around.
Hurricane in North-Carolina.
To a LADY and her Children, on the Death
HOUGH thou did'st hear the tempest from
And felt'st the horrors of the wat'ry war,
unknown, yet on this peaceful shore
Methinks I hear the storm
And how stern Boreas with impetuous
Compell'd they Nereids to usurp the land.
Reluctant rose the daughters of the main,
And slow ascending
glided o'er the plain,
Till Ęolus in his rapid
In gloomy grandeur from
the vault above:
Furious he comes. His winged sons obey
Their frantic sire, and madden all the sea.
The billows rave,
the wind's fierce tyrant roars,
And with his thund'ring
terrors shakes the shores:
Broken by waves the vessel's frame
And strows with planks the wat'ry element.
But thee, Maria, a kind Nereid's shield
Preserv'd from sinking, and thy form upheld:
And sure some
heav'nly oracle design'd
dread crisis to instruct thy mind
Things of eternal
consequence to weigh,
And to thine heart just feelings to
Of things above, and of the future doom,
the births of the dread world to come.
tossing seas I welcome thee to land.
"Resign her, Nereid," 'twas thy God's command.
Thy spouse late
buried, as thy fears conceiv'd,
Again returns, thy fears are
Thy daughter blooming with superior grace
Again thou see'st, again thine
O come, and joyful show thy spouse his
And what the blessings of maternal care!
of her Son and
'ERWHELMING sorrow now demands my
From death the overwhelming sorrow sprung.
flowing tears? What hearts with grief opprest?
What sighs on
sighs heave the fond parent's breast?
The brother weeps, the
hapless sisters join
Th' increasing woe, and swell the
The poor, who once his gen'rous bounty
Droop, and bewail their benefactor dead.
the friend, the kind companion lies,
And in one death what various
Th' unhappy mother sees the
Forget to flow, and nature's wheels stand
But see from earth his spirit far remov'd,
know no grief recals your best-belov'd:
He, upon pinions
swifter than the wind,
Has left mortality's sad scenes
For joys to this terrestial state unknown,
glories richer than the monarch's crown.
Of virtue's steady
course the prize behold!
blissful wonders to his mind unfold!
But of celestial joys I
sing in vain:
Attempt not, muse, the too advent'rous
No more in briny show'rs, ye friends
Or bathe his clay, or waste them on the ground:
Still do you weep, still wish for his return?
How cruel thus
to wish, and thus to mourn?
No more for him the streams of
But haste to join him on the heav'nly shore,
On harps of gold to tune immortal lays,
And to your God immortal
|To a GENTLEMAN and LADY on the Death
the Lady's Brother and Sister, and a
of the Name of Avis, aged one
the Death of Dr. SAMUEL MARSHALL.
N Death's domain intent I fix my
Where human nature in vast ruin lies:
mind I search the drear abode,
Where the great conqu'ror has
his spoils bestow'd;
There there the offspring of six
In endless numbers to my view appears:
Whole kingdoms in his gloomy den are thrust,
And nations mix
with their primeval dust:
Insatiate still he gluts the ample
His is the present, his the age
See here a brother, here a sister spread,
sweet daughter mingled with the dead.
But, Madam, let your grief be laid aside,
The glowing stars and silver queen of light
And let the
fountain of your tears be dry'd,
In vain they flow to wet the
Your sighs are wafted to the skies in vain,
Your pains they witness, but they can no more,
While Death reigns tyrant o'er this mortal shore.
At last must perish in the
gloom of night:
Resign thy friends to that Almighty hand,
Which gave them life, and bow to his command;
Thine Avis give without a murm'ring heart,
Though half thy
soul be fated to depart.
To shining guards consign thine
To waft triumphant through the seas of air:
Her soul enlarg'd to heav'nly pleasure springs,
She feeds on
truth and uncreated things.
Methinks I hear her in the realms
And leaning forward with a
Invite you there to share immortal bliss
Unknown, untasted in a state like this.
With tow'ring hopes,
and growing grace arise,
And seek beatitude beyond the
To a GENTLEMAN on his Voyage to Great-Britain
HROUGH thickest glooms look back, immortal
On that confusion which thy death has made:
from Olympus' height look down, and see
A Town involv'd in grief bereft of thee.
Thy Lucy sees thee
mingle with the dead,
And rends the graceful tresses from her
Wild in her woe, with grief unknown opprest
follows sigh deep heaving from her breast.
quickly fled, ah! whither art thou gone?
Ah! lost for ever to thy wife
The hapless child, thine only hope and heir,
Clings round his mother's neck, and weeps his sorrows there.
The loss of thee on Tyler's soul returns,
And Boston for her dear physician mourns.
When sickness call'd for Marshall's healing hand,
what compassion did his soul expand?
And must not then our Ęsculapius stay
In him we found the
father and the friend:
In life how lov'd! how honour'd in his
bring his ling'ring infant into day?
The babe unborn in the
dark womb is tost,
And seems in anguish for its father
Gone is Apollo from his house of
But leaves the sweet memorials of his worth:
common parent, whom we all deplore,
From yonder world unseen
must come no more,
Yet 'midst our woes immortal hopes
The spouse, the sire, the universal friend.
the Recovery of his Health.
HILE others chant of gay Elysian scenes,
Of balmy zephyrs, and of flow'ry plains,
more happy speaks a greater name,
Feels higher motives and a
For thee, O R-----, the muse attunes her
And mounts sublime above inferior things.
I sing not now of green embow'ring woods,
I sing not
now the daughters of the floods,
I sing not of the storms
o'er ocean driv'n,
And how they
howl'd along the waste of heav'n.
But I to R----- would paint
the British shore,
And vast Atlantic, not
Thy life impair'd commands thee to arise,
Leave these bleak regions and inclement skies,
winds return the winter past,
And nature shudders at the
O thou stupendous,
Exert thy wonders to the world
If ere thy pow'r prolong'd the fleeting breath,
Turn'd back the shafts, and
mock'd the gates of death,
If ere thine air dispens'd an
Or snatch'd the victim from the fatal
This equal case demands thine equal care,
wonders may this patient share.
But unavailing, frantic is
To hope thine aid without the aid of him
gave thee birth and taught thee where to flow,
And in thy
waves his various blessings show.
return to view his native shore
Replete with vigour not his own before,
Then shall we see
with pleasure and surprise,
And own thy work, great Ruler of
|To the Rev. DR. T H O M A S
A M O R Y|
on reading his Sermons on
that Duty is recommended and assisted.
On the Death of J. C. an
O cultivate in ev'ry noble mind
Habitual grace, and sentiments refin'd,
Thus while you strive
to mend the human heart,
Thus while the heav'nly precepts you
O may each bosom catch the sacred fire,
youthful minds to Virtue's throne aspire!
When God's eternal ways you set in sight,
And Virtue shines in all her native light,
In vain would Vice her
works in night conceal,
For Wisdom's eye pervades the sable veil.
Artists may paint the sun's effulgent rays,
But Amory's pen the brighter God displays:
While his great
works in Amory's pages shine,
And while he proves his
essence all divine,
The Atheist sure no more can boast
Of chance, or nature, and exclude the God;
the clay without the potter's aid
Should rise in various
forms, and shapes self-made,
Or worlds above with orb o'er
Self-mov'd could run
the everlasting round.
It cannot be--unerring Wisdom guides
With eye propitious, and o'er all presides.
Still prosper, Amory! still may'st thou receive
The warmest blessings which a muse can give,
And when this
transitory state is o'er,
When kingdoms fall, and fleeting Fame's no more,
May Amory triumph in immortal
A nobler title, and superior name!
An H Y M N to H U M A N I T Y.
O more the flow'ry scenes of pleasure
Nor charming prospects greet the mental eyes,
more with joy we view that lovely face
flush'd with ev'ry grace.
The tear of sorrow
flows from ev'ry eye,
Groans answer groans, and sighs to
What sudden pangs shot thro' each aching
When, Death, thy messenger dispatch'd his
Thy dread attendants, all-destroying Pow'r,
Hurried the infant to his
Could'st thou unpitying close those radiant
Or fail'd his artless beauties to surprise?
not his innocence thy stroke controul,
Thy purpose shake, and
soften all thy soul?
The blooming babe, with
shades of Death o'erspread,
No more shall smile, no
more shall raise its head,
But, like a branch that from the
tree is torn,
Falls prostrate, wither'd, languid, and
"Where flies my James?" 'tis thus I
seem to hear
The parent ask,
"Some angel tell me where
"He wings his passage
thro' the yielding air?"
Methinks a cherub bending from
Observes the question, and serene replies,
"In heav'ns high palaces your babe appears:
"Prepare to meet him, and dismiss your tears."
Shall not th' intelligence your grief restrain,
And turn the
mournful to the cheerful strain?
Cease your complaints,
suspend each rising sigh,
Cease to accuse the Ruler of the
Parents, no more indulge the
Let Faith to heav'n's refulgent domes
There see your infant, like a seraph glow:
charms celestial in his numbers flow
Melodious, while the
Dwells on his tongue, and fills th'
Enough--for ever cease your murm'ring
Not as a foe, but friend converse with Death,
Since to the port of happiness unknown
brought that treasure which you call your own.
The gift of heav'n intrusted to
Cheerful resign at the divine command:
your bar must sov'reign Wisdom stand.
To S. P. G. Esq;
O! for this dark terrestrial ball
his azure-paved hall
A prince of heav'nly
Divine Humanity behold,
What wonders rise,
what charms unfold
At his descent to earth!
The bosoms of
the great and good
With wonder and delight he view'd,
And fix'd his empire there:
Him, close compressing to his
The sire of gods and men address'd,
"My son, my heav'nly fair!
to earth, there place thy throne;
"To succour man's
"Each human heart
"To act in bounties unconfin'd
"Enlarge the close contracted mind,
"And fill it with thy fire."
Quick as the
word, with swift career
his course from star to star,
And leaves the
The Virtue did his charms impart;
Their G-----! then thy raptur'd heart
the rushing God:
For when thy
pitying eye did see
The languid muse in low degree,
Then, then at thy desire
O'er me methought they deign'd to shine,
And deign'd to string
To the Honourable T. H. Esq; on the
Can Afric's muse forgetful prove?
Or can such
friendship fail to move
A tender human
Immortal Friendship laurel-crown'd
smiling Graces all surround
of his Daughter.
HILE deep you mourn beneath the
The hand of Death, and your dear daughter
In dust, whose absence gives your tears to flow,
racks your bosom with incessant woe,
Let Recollection take a tender part,
Assuage the raging tortures of your
Still the wild tempest of tumultuous grief,
pour the heav'nly nectar of relief:
Suspend the sigh, dear
Sir, and check the groan,
bright your daughter's Virtues shone:
How free from
scornful pride her gentle mind,
Which ne'er its aid to
Expanding free, it sought the means to
Unfailing charity, unbounded love!
unreluctant flies to see no more
Her dear-lov'd parents on
earth's dusky shore:
Impatient heav'n's resplendent goal to
She with swift progress cuts the azure plain,
grief subsides, where changes are no more,
And life's tumultuous billows
cease to roar;
She leaves her earthly mansion for the
Where new creations feast her wond'ring eyes.
To heav'n's high mandate cheerfully resign'd
She mounts, and leaves the rolling globe behind;
late wish'd that Leonard might return,
Has ceas'd to
languish, and forgot to mourn;
To the same high empyreal
She joins her spouse, and smiles upon the
And thus I hear her from the realms above:
"Lo! this the kingdom of
"Could ye, fond parents, see our present
"How soon would you each sigh, each fear
"Amidst unutter'd pleasures whilst I play
"In the fair sunshine of celestial day,
"As far as
grief affects an happy soul
"So far doth grief my better
"To see on earth my aged parents
"And secret wish for T-----! to return:
"Let brighter scenes your ev'ning-hours employ:
"Converse with heav'n, and taste the promis'd joy"
|N I O B E in Distress for her Children slain
A P O L
L O, from Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book VI.
and from a view of the Painting of Mr.
To S. M. a young African Painter, on seeing
POLLO's wrath to man the dreadful
Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing!
who did'st first th' ideal pencil give,
And taught'st the
painter in his works to live,
Inspire with glowing energy of
What Wilson painted, and what Ovid wrote.
Muse! lend thy aid, nor let me sue in vain,
last and meanest of the rhyming train!
O guide my pen in
lofty strains to show
The Phrygian queen, all beautiful in woe.
'Twas where Maeonia spreads her wide domain
Niobe dwelt, and held her potent reign:
See in her
hand the regal sceptre shine,
The wealthy heir of Tantalus divine,
He most distinguish'd by Dodonean
To approach the tables of the gods above:
grandsire Atlas, who with mighty pains
axis on his neck sustains:
Her other grandsire on the throne
Rolls the loud-pealing
thunder thro' the sky.
Her spouse, Amphion, who from Jove too springs,
taught to sweep the sounding strings.
sprightly sons the royal bed adorn,
Wherever, Niobe, thou turn'st thine eyes,
Seven daughters beauteous
as the op'ning morn,
As when Aurora fills the ravish'd
And decks the orient realms with rosy light
their bright eyes the living splendors play,
beholders bear the flashing ray.
New beauties kindle, and new
But thou had'st far the happier mother
If this fair offspring had been less belov'd:
What if their charms exceed Aurora's teint.
could tell them, and no pencil paint,
Thy love too vehement
hastens to destroy
Each blooming maid, and each celestial
Now Manto comes, endu'd with mighty
The past to explore, the future to reveal.
Thro' Thebes' wide streets Tiresia's daughter came,
Divine Latona's mandate
The Theban maids to hear the orders
When thus Maeonia's prophetess began:
"Go, Thebans! great Latona's will
"And pious tribute at her altars pay:
"With rights divine, the goddess be implor'd,
be her sacred offspring unador'd."
Thus Manto spoke. The Theban maids obey,
And pious tribute to
the goddess pay.
The rich perfumes ascend in waving
And altars blaze with
The fair assembly moves with graceful
And leaves of laurel bind the flowing hair.
Niobe comes with all her royal race,
charms unnumber'd, and superior grace:
Her Phrygian garments of delightful hue,
Inwove with gold, refulgent to
Beyond description beautiful she moves
heav'nly Venus, 'midst her smiles and loves:
around the supplicating train,
shakes her graceful head with stern disdain,
turns around her lofty eyes,
And thus reviles celestial
"What madness drives the Theban ladies
"To give their incense to surrounding air?
"Say why this new sprung deity preferr'd?
vainly fancy your petitions heard?
"Or say why Cęus offspring is obey'd,
"While to my
goddesship no tribute's paid?
"For me no altars blaze
with living fires,
bleeds, no frankincense transpires,
"Tho' Cadmus' palace, not unknown to fame,
"And Phrygian nations all revere my name.
"Where'er I turn my eyes
vast wealth I find,
"Lo! here an empress with a goddess
"What, shall a Titaness be deify'd,
"To whom the spacious earth a couch deny'd!
heav'n, nor earth, nor sea receiv'd your queen,
pitying Delos took the wand'rer in.
what a large progeny is spread!
"No frowns of fortune has my soul to dread.
if indignant she decrease my train
"More than Latona's number will remain;
"Then hence, ye Theban dames, hence haste away,
off'rings to Latona pay;
"Regard the orders of Amphion's spouse,
"And take the leaves of laurel
from your brows."
Niobe spoke. The Theban maids obey'd,
Their brows unbound, and left the rights
The angry goddess heard, then silence
On Cynthus' summit, and
"Phoebus! behold, thy mother in
"Who to no goddess yields the prior place
"Except to Juno's self, who reigns above,
"The spouse and sister of the thund'ring Jove.
"Niobe, sprung from Tantalus, inspires
"Each Theban bosom with rebellious fires;
"No reason her imperious temper quells,
her father in her tongue rebels;
"Wrap her own sons for
her blaspheming breath,
"Apollo! wrap them in the shades of death."
Latona ceas'd, and ardent thus replies
The God, whose
glory decks th' expanded skies.
complaints, mine be the task assign'd
"To punish pride,
and scourge the rebel mind."
This Phoebe join'd.--They wing their instant flight;
Thebes trembled as th' immortal pow'rs alight.
clouds incompass'd glorious Phoebus stands;
Near Cadmus' walls a plain extended lay,
feather'd vengeance quiv'ring in his hands.
Where Thebes' young
princes pass'd in sport the day:
There the bold coursers
bounded o'er the plains,
While their great masters held the
Ismenus first the racing pastime
And rul'd the fury of his flying steed.
me," he sudden cries, with shrieking breath,
his breast he feels the shaft of death;
He drops the bridle
on his courser's mane,
Before his eyes in shadows swims the
He, the first-born of great Amphion's bed,
Was struck the first, first
mingled with the dead.
Then didst thou, Sipylus, the language hear
Two other brothers were at wrestling found,
Of fate portentous
whistling in the air:
As when th' impending storm the sailor
He spreads his canvas to the fav'ring breeze,
thine horse thou gav'st the golden reins,
Gav'st him to rush
impetuous o'er the plains:
But ah! a fatal shaft from Phoebus' hand
Smites thro' thy neck, and sinks thee on
their pastime claspt each other round:
A shaft that instant
from Apollo's hand
Transfixt them both, and stretcht
them on the sand:
Together they their cruel fate
Together languish'd, and together groan'd:
Together too th' unbodied spirits fled,
And sought the gloomy
mansions of the dead.
Alphenor saw, and trembling at
Beat his torn breast, that chang'd its snowy
He flies to raise them in a kind embrace;
A brother's fondness triumphs
in his face:
Alphenor fails in this fraternal
A dart dispatch'd him (so the fates decreed:)
as the arrow left the deadly wound,
His issuing entrails
smoak'd upon the ground.
What woes on blooming Damasichon wait!
His sighs portend his near impending
Just where the well-made leg begins to be,
soft sinews form the supple knee,
The youth sore wounded by
the Delian god
extract the crime-avenging rod,
But, whilst he strives the
will of fate t' avert,
Divine Apollo sends a second
Swift thro' his throat the feather'd mischief
Bereft of sense, he drops his head, and dies.
Young Ilioneus, the last, directs his
And cries, "My life, ye gods celestial!
Apollo heard, and pity touch'd his
But ah! too late, for he had sent the dart:
too, O Ilioneus, art doom'd to fall,
The fates refuse that arrow to
On the swift wings of ever flying Fame
To Cadmus' palace soon the tidings
Niobe heard, and with indignant eyes
thus express'd her anger and surprise:
"Why is such
privilege to them allow'd?
"Why thus insulted by the Delian god?
"Dwells there such mischief in the
"Why sleeps the vengeance of immortal Jove?"
For now Amphion too, with grief
Had plung'd the deadly
dagger in his breast.
Niobe now, less haughty than
With lofty head directs her steps no more
who late told her pedigree divine,
And drove the Thebans from Latona's shrine,
chang'd!--yet beautiful in woe,
She weeps, nor weeps unpity'd
by the foe.
On each pale corse the wretched mother spread
Lay overwhelm'd with grief, and kiss'd her dead,
her arms, and thus, in accents slow,
"Be sated cruel Goddess! with my woe;
"If I've offended, let
these streaming eyes,
"And let this sev'nfold funeral
"Ah! take this wretched life you deign'd to
"With them I too am carried to the grave.
"Rejoice triumphant, my victorious foe,
the cause from whence your triumphs flow?
unhappy mourn these children slain,
"Yet greater numbers
to my lot remain."
She ceas'd, the bow string twang'd
with awful sound,
with terror all th' assembly round,
Except the queen, who
stood unmov'd alone,
By her distresses more presumptuous
Near the pale corses stood their sisters fair
sable vestures and dishevell'd hair;
One, while she draws the
fatal shaft away,
Faints, falls, and sickens at the light of
To sooth her mother, lo! another flies,
the fury of inclement skies,
And, while her words a filial
seeks the shades below.
Now from the fatal place another
Falls in her flight, and languishes, and dies.
Another on her sister drops in death;
A fifth in trembling
terrors yields her breath;
While the sixth seeks some gloomy
cave in vain,
Struck with the rest, and mingled with the
One only daughter lives, and she the
The queen close clasp'd the daughter to her
"Ye heav'nly pow'rs, ah spare me one," she
"Ah! spare me
one," the vocal hills reply'd:
In vain she begs, the
Fates her suit deny,
In her embrace she sees her daughter
*"The queen of all
her family bereft,
|*This Verse to the End is the Work
of another Hand.
"Without or husband, son, or daughter
"Grew stupid at the shock. The passing air
"Made no impression on her stiff'ning hair.
blood forsook her face: amidst the flood
her cheeks, quite fix'd her eye-balls stood.
tongue, her palate both obdurate grew,
"Her curdled veins no
longer motion knew;
"The use of neck, and arms, and feet
"And ev'n her bowels hard'ned into stone:
"A marble statue now the queen appears,
the marble steal the silent tears."
To his Honour the
Lieutenant-Governor, on the
show the lab'ring bosom's deep intent,
And thought in living
characters to paint,
When first thy pencil did those beauties
And breathing figures learnt from thee to live,
did those prospects give my soul delight,
A new creation
rushing on my sight?
Still, wond'rous youth! each noble path
On deathless glories fix thine ardent view:
may the painter's and the poet's fire
To aid thy pencil, and thy
And may the charms of each seraphic theme
Conduct thy footsteps to immortal fame!
High to the blissful
wonders of the skies
Elate thy soul, and raise thy wishful
Thrice happy, when exalted to survey
city, crown'd with endless day,
Whose twice six gates on
radiant hinges ring:
Celestial Salem blooms in endless
Calm and serene thy moments glide
And may the muse inspire each
Still, with the sweets of contemplation
May peace with balmy wings your soul invest!
when these shades of time are chas'd away,
And darkness ends
in everlasting day,
On what seraphic pinions shall we
And view the landscapes in the realms above?
shall thy tongue in heav'nly murmurs flow,
And there my muse
with heav'nly transport glow:
No more to tell of Damon's tender sighs,
rising radiance of Aurora's eyes,
For nobler themes
demand a nobler strain,
And purer language on th' ethereal
Cease, gentle muse! the solemn gloom of night
seals the fair creation from my sight.
Death of his Lady. March 24, 1773.
A Farewel to A M E R I C A.
To Mrs. S. W.
LL-Conquering Death! by thy resistless
Hope's tow'ring plumage falls to rise no more!
scenes terrestrial how the glories fly,
Forget their splendors,
and submit to die!
Who ere escap'd thee, but the saint * of
Beyond the flood in sacred annals told,
And the great sage, +
whom fiery coursers drew
To heav'n's bright portals from Elisha's view;
Wond'ring he gaz'd at the refulgent
Then snatch'd the mantle
floating on the air.
From Death these only could
And without dying gain'd th' immortal
Not falling millions sate the tyrant's mind,
can the victor's progress be confin'd.
But cease thy strife
with Death, fond Nature, cease:
He leads the virtuous to the realms of peace;
There sits, illustrious
Sir, thy beauteous spouse;
conduct to the immortal plains,
Where heav'n's Supreme in
bliss and glory reigns.
gem-blaz'd circle beaming on her brows.
Hail'd with acclaim
among the heav'nly choirs,
Her soul new-kindling with
To notes divine she tunes the vocal
While heav'n's high concave with the music
Virtue's rewards can mortal pencil paint?
No--all descriptive arts, and eloquence are faint;
thou, Oliver, assent refuse
To heav'nly tidings from
the Afric muse.
As soon may change thy
laws, eternal fate,
saint miss the glories I relate;
Or her Benevolence forgotten lie,
Which wip'd the trick'ling tear from Misry's eye.
Whene'er the adverse winds were known to blow,
|*Three amiable Daughters who died
when just arrived to Womens Estate.
When loss to loss * ensu'd, and woe to woe,
Calm and serene
beneath her father's hand
She sat resign'd to the divine
No longer then, great Sir, her death
And let us hear the mournful sigh no more,
Restrain the sorrow streaming from thine eye,
Be all thy future moments
crown'd with joy!
Nor let thy wishes be to earth
But soaring high pursue th' unbodied mind.
Forgive the muse, forgive th' advent'rous lays,
That fain thy
soul to heav'nly scenes would raise.
DIEU, New-England's smiling meads,
Adieu, the flow'ry plain:
leave thine op'ning charms, O spring,
the roaring main.
In vain for me
the flow'rets rise,
And boast their gaudy
While here beneath the northern skies
I mourn for health deny'd.
of rosy hue,
O let me
feel thy reign!
I languish till thy face I view,
Thy vanish'd joys regain.
Susanna mourns, nor can I bear
To see the crystal
Or mark the tender falling tear
sad departure's hour;
can I see
Her soul with grief opprest:
let no sighs, no groans for me,
Steal from her pensive breast.
In vain the
feather'd warblers sing,
In vain the garden
And on the bosom of the spring
Breathes out her sweet perfumes.
While for Britannia's distant shore
We sweep the
And with astonish'd eyes explore
The wide-extended main.
Lo! Health appears! celestial dame!
With Hebe's mantle o'er her Frame,
With soul-delighting mein.
To mark the
vale where London lies
Which cloud Aurora's thousand
And veil her charms around.
Why, Phoebus, moves thy car so slow?
thy rising ray?
Give us the famous town to view,
king of day!
For thee, Britannia, I resign
New-England's smiling fields;
To view again her charms divine,
What joy the prospect yields!
Temptation hence away,
With all thy fatal
Nor once seduce my soul away,
thine enchanting strain.
they, whose heav'nly shield
Secures their souls from harms,
And fell Temptation on the field
Of all its pow'r
Boston, May 7, 1773.
A R E
B U S, by I. B.
BIRD delicious to the taste,
On which an army once did feast,
Sent by an
A creature of the horned race,
Which Britain's royal standards grace;
of vivid green;
A town of
gaiety and sport,
Where beaux and beauteous nymphs
And gallantry doth reign;
A Dardan hero fam'd of
For youth and beauty, as we're told,
And by a monarch slain;
An ANSWER to the Rebus, by the Author of
A peer of
Who doth our violated laws,
And grievances proclaim.
Th' initials show a
That adds fresh glory and renown
To old Britannia's fame.
these P O E M S.
F I N I S.
HE poet asks, and Phillis can't refuse
To show th' obedience of the Infant muse.
She knows the Quail of most inviting taste
Fed Israel's army in the dreary waste;
And what's on Britain's royal standard borne,
But the tall,
graceful, rampant Unicorn?
The Emerald with a
vivid verdure glows
Among the gems which regal crowns
Boston's a town, polite and debonair,
To which the beaux and
beauteous nymphs repair,
Each Helen strikes the mind
with sweet surprise,
While living lightning flashes from her
See young Euphorbus of the Dardan line
By Manelaus' hand to death resign:
known peer of popular applause
Is C----m zealous to
support our laws.
Quebec now vanquish'd must obey,
She too much annual tribute pay
To Britain of immortal
And add new glory to her