And (could they take th' impreffions of her mind) Enough ftill left to fanctify her kind:

Then wonder not to fee this foul extend
The bounds, and feek fome other felf, a friend:
As swelling feas to gentle rivers glide,

To feek repofe, and empty out the tide ;
So this full foul, in narrow limits pent,
Unable to contain her, fought a vent,
To iffue out, and in fome friendly breast
Discharge her treasures, and fecurely reft:
T'unbofom all the fecrets of her heart,
Take good advice, but better to impart.
For 'tis the blifs of friendship's holy state,
To mix their minds, and to communicate;
Tho bodies cannot, fouls can penetrate :
Fixt to her choice, inviolably true,

And wifely choofing, for the chofe but few.
Some she must have; but in no one could find
A tally fitted for fo large a mind.

The fouls of friends like kings in progress are;
Still in their own, tho from the palace far:
Thus her friend's heart her country dwelling was,
A sweet retirement to a coarfer place;

Where pomp and ceremonies entered not,

Where greatness was fhut out, and bus'ness well

This is th' imperfect draught; but short as far As the true height and bignefs of a star Exceeds the measures of th' aftronomer.

She shines above, we know; but in what place, How near the throne, and heaven's imperial face,

By our weak optics is but vainly guest;
Distance and altitude conceal the rest.

Tho all these rare endowments of the mind
Were in a narrow fpace of life confin'd,
The figure was with full perfection crown'd;
Tho not fo large an orb, as truly round.

As when in glory, thro the public place, The fpoils of conquer'd nations were to pass, And but one day for triumph was allow'd, The conful was constrain'd his pomp to crowd; And fo the swift proceffion hurry'd on, That all, tho not diftinctly, might be shown: So in the ftraiten'd bounds of life confin'd, She gave but glimpfes of her glorious mind : And multitudes of virtues pafs'd along; Each preffing foremost in the mighty throng,

Ambitious to be seen, and then make room on". For greater multitudes that were to come.

Yet unemploy'd no minute flip'd away; Moments were precicus in fo fhort a stay. The hafte of heaven to have her was fo great, That fome were fingle acts, tho each compleat's But ev'ry act stood ready to repeat.

Her fellow-faints with bufy care will look For her bleft name in fate's eternal book; po. And, pleas'd to be outdone, with joy will fee Numberless virtues, endless charity: But more will wonder at fo fhort an age, To find a blank beyond the thirtieth page: And with a pious fear begin to doubt The piece imperfect, and the reft torn out. But 'twas her Saviour's time; and, could there be A copy near th' original, 'twas fhe..

As precious gums are not for lasting fire,
They but perfume the temple, and expire:
So was the foon exhal'd, and vanish'd hence;
A short sweet odor, of a vaft expence.

She vanish'd, we can scarcely fay fhe dy'd;
For but a now did heaven and earth divide :
She pafs'd ferenely with a fingle breath;
This moment perfect health, the next was death:

One figh did her eternal blifs affure ;

So little penance needs, when fouls are almoft pure:
As gentle dreams our waking thoughts pursue;
Or, one dream pass'd, we slide into a new ;
So close they follow, fuch wild order keep,
We think ourselves awake, and are asleep :
So foftly death fucceeded life in her:

She did but dream of heaven, and fhe was there.
No pains the fuffer'd, nor expir'd with noise;
Her foul was whisper'd out with God's ftill voice;
As an old friend is beckon'd to a feaft,
And treated like a long-familiar guest.

He took her as he found, but found her fo,
As one in hourly readiness to go:

E'en on that day, in all her trim prepar'd ;
As early notice the from heaven had heard,
And fome descending courier from above
Had given her timely warning to remove;
Or counsell'd her to drefs the nuptial room,
For on that night the bridegroom was to come.
He kept his hour, and found her where the lay
Cloth'd all in white, the liv'ry of the day:
Scarce had the finn'd in thought, or word, or act;
Unless omiffions were to pafs for fact:

That hardly death a confequence could draw,
To make her liable to nature's law.

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And, that the dy'd, we only have to fhow.
The mortal part of her the left below:
The reft, so smooth, fo fuddenly fhe went,
Look'd like tranflation thro the firmament,
Or, like the fiery car on the third errand fent.
O happy foul! if thou canst view from high,
Where thou art all intelligence, all eye,
If looking up to God, or down to us,
Thou find it, that any way be pervious,
Survey the ruins of thy houfe, and fee
Thy widow'd, and thy orphan family:
Look on thy tender pledges left behind;
And, if thou canst a vacant minute find
From heavenly joys, that interval afford
To thy fad children, and thy mourning lord.
See how they grieve, miftaken in their love,
And shed a beam of comfort from above;
Give them, as much as mortal eyes can bear,
A tranfient view of thy full glories there;
That they with mod'rate forrow may fuftain
And mollify their loffes in thy gain.

Or elfe divide the grief; for such thou wert,
That should not all relations bear a part,

It were enough to break a fingle heart.

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