O double facrilege on things divine,
To rob the relick, and deface the Irine !

But 7 thus Orinda dy'd:
Heaven, by the same disease, did both translate;
As equal were their souls, so equal was their fate.

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 haft already had her last 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 the that shines in that propitious light.

X.
When in mid-air the golden trump fall found,

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

From the four corners of the sky;
When sinews o'er the keletons are spread,
Those cloth'd with flesh, and life infpires the dead;

7

But thus Orinda died. The matchless Orinda, Mrs. Katherine Philips, was author of a book of poems published in folio, and wrote several other things. She died also of the small.pex in 1664, being only thirty-two years of age.

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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 vigour, on the wing,
Like mounting larks, to the new morning fing.
There thou, sweet faint, before the quire shall go,
As barbinger of heaven, the way to show,
The way which thou so well haft learnt below,

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UPON

Upon the DEATH of the

EARL of DUNDEE'.

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H last and best 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'st thou her, nor could me thee survive. Farewel, wbo dying didit support the state, And couldft ngt fall but with thy country's fate.