Too true a prophet to foresee the fate That should so soon divide their happy state. When he to Heav'n entirely must restore That love, that heart, where he went halves before. Yet as the soul is all in ev'ry part, 191 So God and he might each have all her heart. So had her children too; for Charity Was not more fruitful or more kind than she: 195 A goodly perspective of distant view. Anchises look'd not with so pleas'd a face, 200 205 As much of glory, as his soul can bear; 210 No single virtue we could most commend, 160 That as no one prevail'd, so all was she. Th' occasion but exerted that or this. 165 A wife as tender, and as true withal, 170 Her sex and our's, but liv'd their pattern still. 175 But taught by his indulgence to obey. Thus we love God, as author of our good; 180 So subjects love just kings, or so they should. Nor was it with ingratitude return'd; In equal fires the blissful couple burn'd; [mourn'd. 185 As swelling seas to gentle rivers glide, 245 250 255 The souls 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 coarser place, Where pomp and ceremonies enter'd not,' 260 Where greatness was shut out, and business well forgot. This is th' imperfect draught; but short as far As the true height and bigness of a star Exceeds the measures of th' astronomer. 265 She shines above, we know ; but in what place, How near the throne, and Heav'n's imperial face, By our weak optics is but vainly guest; 275 Tho' all these rare endowments of the mind 270 Were in a narrow space of life confin'd, The figure was with full perfection crown'd, Tho' not so large an orb, as truly round. As when in glory, thro' the public place, The spoils of conquer'd nations were to pass, And but one day for triumph was allow'd, The Consul was constrain'd his pomp to crowd; And so the swift procession hurry'd on, That all, tho not distinctly, might be shown; So in the straiten'd bounds of life confin'd, She gave but glimpses of her glorious mind; And multitudes of virtues pass'd along, Each pressing foremost in the mighty throng, Ambitious to be seen, and then make room For greater multitudes that were to come. 280 Yet unemploy'd no minute slip'd away; Her fellow-saints with busy care will look But more will wonder at so short an age, 285 290 295 Volume III. R As swelling seas to gentle rivers glide, 245 250 And wisely chusing, for she chose but few. A tally fitted for so large a mind. 255 The souls 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 coarser place, Where pomp and ceremonies enter'd not,' 260 Where greatness was shut out, and business well forgot. This is th' imperfect draught; but short as far As the true height and bigness of a star Exceeds the measures of th' astronomer. 265 She shines above, we know; but in what place, How near the throne, and Heav'n's imperial face, |