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Rich with immortal green above the rest:
Thou tread'ft, with feraphims, the vast abyss:
Ceafe thy celeftial fong a little space;
Thou wilt have time enough for hymns divine,
Hear then a mortal mufe thy praise rehearse,
But fuch as thy own voice did practise here,
While yet a young probationer,
And candidate of heaven:
If by traduction came thy mind,
But if thy pre-existing soul
Was form'd, at first, with myriads more, It did thro all the mighty poets roll,
Who Greek or Latin laurels wore,
And was that Sappho laft, which once it was before.
If fo, then cease thy flight, O heaven-born
Thou haft no drofs to purge from thy rich ore: Nor can thy foul a fairer mansion find,
Than was the beauteous frame the left behind: Return to fill or mend the choir of thy celestial kind.
May we presume to say, that, at thy birth,
New joy was fprung in heaven, as well as here on earth.
For fure the milder planets did combine
On thy aufpicious horoscope to shine,
Strung each his lyre, and tun'd it high,
Might know a poetefs was born on earth,
Had heard the mufic of the fpheres
And if no cluft'ring fwarm of bees
On thy fweet mouth diftill'd their golden dew,
'Twas that fuch vulgar miracles
Heaven had not leifure to renew:
For all thy bleft fraternity of love Solemniz'd there thy birth, and kept thy holy-day
O gracious God! how far have we
(Nay added fat pollutions of our own)
Her wit was more than man, her innocence a
Art she had none, yet wanted none; For nature did that want fupply: So rich in treafures of her own, She might our boafted ftores defy: Such noble vigor did her verfe adorn, That it feem'd borrow'd, where 'twas only born. Her morals too were in her bosom bred,
By great examples daily fed,
What in the beft of books, her father's life, the read.
E'en love (for love fometimes her mufe expreft)
Light as the vapors of a morning dream,
So cold herself, whilft fhe fuch warmth expreft, 'Twas Cupid bathing in Diana's stream.
Born to the spacious empire of the Nine,
To manage well that mighty government;
To the next realm fhe ftretch'd her fway,
A Chamber of Dependencies was fram'd.
And the whole fief, in right of poetry, fhe claim'd.
For poets frequent inroads there had made,
The shape, the face, with every lineament;
And all the large domains which the Dumb Sifter fway'd.
All bow'd beneath her government,
Receiv'd in triumph wherefoe'r she went.
The fylvan scenes of herds and flocks,
Of fhallow brooks that flow'd fo clear,
Of deeper too and ampler floods,