The light of arts and manners, and with arms
Infefts th' aftonifh'd Sultan, hardly now

With scatter'd troops refifting; fhe drives on
The heavy war, and shakes th' Imperial Throne
Of old Byzantium. Latest time fhall found
The praise of female genius. Oft fhall GEORGE
Pay the kind tear, and grief of tender words
To CAROLINE, thus oft lamenting fad.

"Hail facred fhade! by me with endless woe "Still honour'd! ever in my breast shall dwell "Thy image, ever present to my foul

Thy faithful love, in length of years mature: "Ofkill'd t' enliven time, to foften care

"With looks and smiles and friendship's chearful

voice!

"Anxious, of Thee bereft, a folitude

"I feel, that not the fond condoling cares

"Of our fad offspring can remove.

Ev'n now

"With lonely steps I trace the gloomy groves,

"

Thy lov'd receffes, ftudious to recall

"The vanish'd blifs, and cheat my wandring thoughts "With sweet illufion. Yet I not accuse

"Heav'n's difpenfation. Profperous and long "Have been my days, and not unknown to fame, "That dwells with virtue. But 'tis hard to part

"The league of antient friendship, to refign "The home-felt fondnefs, the fecure delight, "That reason nourish'd, and fair time approv'd."

THE GENEALOGY OF CHRIST

AS IT IS REPRESENTED ON THE EAST WINDOW

OF WINCHESTER COLL. CHAPEL.

WRITTEN AT WINTON SCHOOL, BY MR. LOWTHE.

Α

T once to raise our rev'rence and delight,
To elevate the mind, and please the fight,
Το pour
in virtue at th' attentive eye,

And waft the foul on wings of extacy;

For this the painter's art with nature vies,
And bids the vifionary faint arise;

Who views the facred forms, in thought aspires,
Catches pure zeal, and as he gazes, fires;
Feels the fame ardour to his breaft convey'd,
Is what he fees, and emulates the fhade.

Thy strokes, great Artist, fo fublime appear,
They check our pleasure with an awful fear ;
While, thro' the mortal line, the God you trace,
Author himself, and Heir of Jeffe's race;
In raptures we admire thy bold defign,
And, as the fubject, own the hand divine.
While thro' thy work the rifing day shall stream,
So long fhall last thine honour, praise, and name.

And may thy labours to the Mufe impart
Some emanation from her fifter art,

To animate the verse, and bid it shine

In colours eafy, bright, and ftrong, as Thine.
Supine on earth an awful figure lies,
While foftest flumbers seem to seal his eyes;
The hoary fire Heav'ns guardian care demands,
And at his feet the watchful angel stands.
The form auguft and large, the mien divine
Betray the founder of Meffiah's line.
Lo! from his loins the promis'd ftem ascends,
And high to Heaven its facred boughs extends:
Each limb productive of fome hero fprings,
And blooms luxuriant with a race of kings.
Th'eternal plant wide fpreads its arms around,
And with the mighty branch the mystic top is

crown'd.

And lo! the glories of th' illuftrious line At their firft dawn with ripen'd fplendors shine, In DAVID all exprefs'd; the good, the great, The king, the hero, and the man compleat. Serene he fits, and fweeps the golden lyre, And blends the prophet's, with the poet's fire. See! with what art he ftrikes the vocal strings, The God, his theme, infpiring what he fings! Hark----or our ears delude us-----from his tongue Sweet flows, or feems to flow, fome heav'nly fong.

JESSE.

Oh! could thine art arreft the flitting found,
And paint the voice in magic numbers bound,
Could the warm fun, as erft when Mem non play'd,
Wake with his rifing beam the vocal shade:
Then might he draw th' attentive angels down,
Bending to hear the lay, fo fweet, so like their own.
On either fide the monarch's offspring fhine,
And fome adorn, and fome difgrace their line.
Here Ammon glories; proud, inceftuous lord!
This hand fuftains the robe, and that the fword.
Frowning and fierce, with haughty ftrides he tow'rs,
And on his horrid brow defiance low'rs.
There Abfolam the ravish'd fceptre sways,
And his ftol'n honour all his fhame displays :
The base ufurper Youth! who joins in one
The rebel subject, and th' ungrateful fon.
Amid the royal race fee Nathan stand:
Fervent he seems to speak, and lift his hand;
His looks th' emotion of his foul disclose,
And eloquence from every gesture flows.
Such and fo ftern he came, ordain'd to bring
Th' ungrateful mandate to the guilty King:
When, at his dreadful voice, a fudden smart
Shot thro' the trembling Monarch's confcious heart;
From his own lips condemn'd; fevere decree!
Had his God prov'd fo ftern a Judge as He.
But man with frailty is allay'd by birth;
Confummate purity ne'er dwelt on earth :

Thro' all the foul tho' virtue holds the rein,
Beats at the heart, and fprings in ev'ry vein :
Yet ever from the clearest fource have ran
Some grofs allays, fome tincture of the man.

But who is he?----deep-mufing----in his mind,
He seems to weigh, in reason's scales, mankind;
Fix'd contemplation holds his steady eyes----
I know the * fage, the wifeft of the wife.
Bleft with all man could wish, or prince obtain,
Yet his great heart pronounc'd those bleffings vain.
And lo! bright glitt'ring in his facred hands,
In miniature the glorious temple stands.
Effulgent frame! ftupendous to behold!

Gold the strong valves, the roof of burnish'd gold.
The wand'ring ark, in that bright dome enshrin'd,
Spreads the ftrong light, eternal, unconfin'd!
Above th' unutterable glory plays

Prefence divine! and the full streaming rays
Pour thro' reluctant clouds intolerable blaze.

But ftern oppreffion rends Reboam's reign;
See the gay prince, injurious, proud and vain!
Th' imperial fceptre totters in his hand,
And proud rebellion triumps in the land.
Curs'd with corruption's ever-fruitful spring,
A beardless Senate and a haughty King.

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There Afa, good and great, the fceptre bears, Juftice attends his peace, fuccefs his wars:

SOLOMON.