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IX.
Mean-time her warlike brother on the seas

His waving streamers to the winds displays,
And vows for his return, with vain devotion, pays.

Ah, generous youth, that with forbear,

The winds too soon will waft thee here !
Slack all thy fails, and fear to come,
Alas, thou know'st not, thou art wreck'd at

home!
No more shalt thou behold thy sister's face,
Thou hast already had her last embrace,
But look aloft, and if thou ken'it from far
Among the Pleiads a new-kindled star,
If any sparkles, than the rest more bright;
'Tis she that shines in that propitious light.

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When in mid-air the golden trump shall sound,

To raise the nations under ground;

When in the valley of Jehofophat,
The judging God shall close the book of fate;

And there the last aflizes keep,
For those who wake, and those who sleep:
When rattling bones together fly,

From the four corners of the sky;
When finews o’er the skeletons are spread,
Those . cloth'd with flesh, and life inspires the

dead:

The sacred poets first shall hear the sound,

And foremost from the tomb shall bound, For they are cover'd with the lightest ground; And straight, with in-born vigor, on the wing; Like mounting larks, to the new morning sing. There thou, sweet saint, before the quire shall

go, As harbinger of heaven, the way to show, The way

which thou so well haft learnt below.

Upon the Death of the

EARL of DUNDEE,

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H lasțand best of Scots! who didly maintain

Thy country's freedom from a foreign reign; New people fill the land now thou art gone, New gods the temiples, and new kings the throne. Scotland and thee did each in other live ; Nor would'st thou her, nor could she thee survive. Farewel, who dying didst support the state, And couldst not fall but with thy country's fate.

E L E ONORÁ:

PANEGYRICAL POEM,

Dedicated to the MEMORY of the Late

COUNTESS of ABINGDON.

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