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Her pious love excell'd to all she bore;
New objects only multiply'd it more.
And as the chosen found the pearly grain
As much as every vessel could contain;
As in the blissful vision each shall share
As much of glory as his soul can bear;
So did she love, and so dispense her care.
Her eldest thus, by consequence, was best,
As longer cultivated than the rest.
The babe had all that infant care beguiles,
And early knew his mother in her smiles :
But when dilated organs let in day
young soul, and
gave it room to play,
At his first aptness, the maternal love
Those rudiments of reason did improve:
The tender age was pliant to command;
Like wax it yielded to the forming hand :
True to th' artificer, the labour'd mind
With ease was pious, generous, just, and kind;
Soft for impression, from the first prepar'd,
Till virtue with long exercise grew
act confirm’d, and made at last
So durable as not to be effac'd,
It turn'd to habit; and, from vices free,
Goodness resolv'd into necessity.
Thus fix'd she virtue's image, that's her own,
Till the whole mother in the children Thone;
For that was their perfection; she was such,
They never could express her mind too much.
So unexhausted her perfections were,
That, for more children, she had more to spare;
For fouls unborn, whom her untimely death
Depriv'd of bodies, and of mortal breath;
And (could they take th' impressions of her mind)
Enough still left to fanctify her kind.
Then wonder not to see this soul extend
The bounds, and seek some other self, a friend :
As swelling seas to gentle rivers glide,
To seek repose, and empty out the tide;
So this full soul, in narrow limits pent,
Unable to contain her, fought a vent,
To issue out, and in some friendly breast
Discharge her treasures, and securely reft:
T' unbosom all the secrets of her heart,
Take good advice, but better to impart.
For 'tis the bliss of friendship's holy state,
To mix their minds, and to communicate;
Though bodies cannot, souls can penetrate :
Fixt to her choice, inviolably true,
And wisely choofing, for she chofe but few.
Some she must have; but in no one could find
A tally fitted for so large a mind.
The souls of friends like kings in progress are;
Still in their own, though from the palace far:
Thus her friend's heart her country dwelling was,
A sweet retirement to a coarser place;
and ceremonies enter'd not, 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 ftar
Exceeds the measures of th' astronomer.
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.
Though all these rare endowments of the mind
Were in a narrow space of life confin'd,
The figure was with full perfection crown'd;
Though not so large an orb, as truly round.
As when in glory, through 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 proceffion hurry'd on,
That all, though 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.
Yet unemploy'd no minute slipt away; Moments were precious in fo fhort a stay. The hafte of heaven to have her was so great, That some were single acts, though each compleat; But every
act ftood ready to repeat.. Her fellow-faints with busy care will look For her blest name in fate's eternal book;
And, pleas’d to be outdone, with joy will fee
Numberless virtues, endless charity:
But more will wonder at fo short an age,
To find a blank beyond the thirtieth page :
And with a pious fear begin to doubt
The piece imperfect, and the rest torn out.
But 'twas her Saviour's time; and, could there be
A copy near th’ original, 'twas she.
As precious gums are not for lasting fire,
They but perfume the temple, and expire:
So was she foon exhalid, and vanish'd hence;
A short sweet odor, of a vast expence.
She vanish’d, we can scarcely say fhe dy'd ;
For but a Now did heaven and earth divide :
She pass'd ferenely with a single breath;
This moment perfect health, the next was death:
One sigh did her eternal bliss assure;
So little penance needs, when fouls are almost pure,
As gentle dreams our waking thoughts pursue;
Or, one dream pass’d, we slide into a new ;
So close they follow, such wild order keep,
We think ourselves awake, and are asleep:
So softly death succeeded life in her:
She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
No pains she suffer'd, nor expir'd with noise;
Her soul was whisper'd out with God's still voice;
As an old friend is beckon'd to a feast,
And treated like a long-familiar gueft.
He took her as he found, but found her so,
As one in hourly readiness to go:
Ev'n on that day, in all her trim prepar'd;
As early notice she from heaven had heard,
And fome descending courier from above
Had given her timely warning to remove;
Or counsel'd her to dress the nuptial room,
For on that night the bridegroom was to come,
He kept his hour, and found her where she lay
Cloath'd all in white, the livery of the day:
Scarce had the finnd in thought, or word, or act;
Unless omiffions were to pass for fact:
That hardly death a consequence could draw,
To niake her liable to nature's law.
And, that she dy'd, we only have to show
The mortal part of her she left below:
The rest, so smooth, fo suddenly she went,
Look'd like translation through the firmament,
Or like the fiery car on the third errand sent.
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't, that any way be pervious,
Survey the ruins of thy house, and see
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, miftaking in their love,
And shed a beam of comfort from above;