IX.

Mean-time her warlike brother on the feas His waving ftreamers to the winds difplays, And vows for his return, with vain devotion, pays. Ah, generous youth, that wish forbear,

The winds too foon will waft thee here!
Slack all thy fails, and fear to come,

Alas, thou know'ft not, thou art wreck'd at home!

No more fhalt thou behold thy fister's face,
Thou haft already had her laft embrace,

But look aloft, and if thou ken'st from far
Among the Pleiads a new-kindled star,
If any sparkles, than the reft more bright;
'Tis she that shines in that propitious light.

X.

When in mid-air the golden trump shall found,
To raise the nations under ground;

When in the valley of Jehofophat,
The judging God fhall clofe the book of fate;

And there the last afsizes keep,

For those who wake, and those who sleep:
When rattling bones together fly,

From the four corners of the fky;

When finews o'er the skeletons are spread,

Thofe cloth'd with flesh, and life infpires the

dead;

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The facred poets first shall hear the found,
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 fing.
There thou, sweet faint, before the quire fhall
As harbinger of heaven, the way to show,
The
way which thou fo well haft learnt below.

go,

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Upon the DEATH of the

EARL of DUNDEE,

Hlaftand beft of Scots! who didst maintain

Thy country's freedom from a foreign reign; New people fill the land now thou art gone, New gods the temples, and new kings the throne. Scotland and thee did each in other live; Nor would't thou her, nor could fhe thee furvive. Farewel, who dying didft fupport the state, And couldft not fall but with thy country's fate.