Tending the bed of anguish; how great GEORGE How heav'd the orphan's and the widow's figh, For well was FREDERIC lov'd; and well deferv'd: His voice was ever sweet, and on his steps Attended ever the alluring grace Of gentle lowlinefs and focial zeal. Of Britain's peers conven'd, shall pass befide G And long-remember'd features shall return; Nor skill'd nor ftudious of the raptur'd lay; Hail WOLSEY's fpacious dome! hail, ever fam'd ON THE SAME. BY MR. JAMES CLITHEROW OF ALL SOULS COLL. T I. WAS on the evening of that gloomy day, When FREDERIC, ever lov'd, and ever mourn'd, (Such heav'n's high will, and who shall disobey ?) To earth's cold womb in holy pomp return'd: II. With fullen founds, the death-denouncing bell III. The full-voic'd choir, in ftoles of pureft white, IV. W In high devotion wrapt, the mitred fage, V. "Who, when our fov'reign liege to fate shall yield, "Shall prop, like him, Britannia's falling state? "Who now the vengeful sword of justice wield, "Or ope, like him, fweet Mercy's golden gate? VI. "Who fhall to Arts their pristine honours bring, "Rear from the dust fair Learning's laurell'd head, "Or bid rich commerce plume her daring wing? "Arts, Learning, Commerce are in FREDERIC dead. VII. "Who now shall tend, with fond, paternal care, "The future guardians of our faith and laws? "Who teach their breasts with patriot worth to dare, "And die with ardour, in Britannia's caufe? VIII. "And who, ah! who, with foft endearing lore, "Shall footh, like him, the royal mourner's breast ? "Her lord, her life, her FREDERIC is no more.' Deep groans and bitter wailings fpeak the reft. IX. Then, when at length the awful scene was clos'd, And duft to duft in holy hope confign'd; All to their filent homes their steps difpos'd, To feed on folitary woe the mind; x. All but Lorenzo;-he with grief dismay'd; XI. But when each lamp by flow degrees expir'd, XII. The vaulted manfions of th' illuftrious dead XIII. There, as around the monumental maze Shoots o'er th' illumin’d isle a distant blaze, XIV. With glory clad, th' imperial fhrines among, Four royal fhapes on iv'ry thrones were plac'd, High o'er their heads four airy diadems hung, Which never yet their maiden brows had grac❜d. |