Of her great Confort, provident and mild. Now wander'd mufing thro' the darkening depth Of thickest woods, friendly to folemn thought: Now o'er broad lawns fair opening to the fun. Nor midft her rural plans disdain'd to mix The useful arable, and waving corn
With foft turf border'd, and the lowly cot, That half appears, in branching elms obfcur'd. Here beauty dwells, affembled from the scenes Of various nature; fuch as oft inflam'd With rapture Grecian bards, in that fair vale, Theffalian Tempe, or thy favorite foil, Arcadia, erft by awe-ftruck fancy fill'd With wand'ring forms, the woodland Deities, Light Nymphs and wanton Satyrs, faintly feen Quick glancing thro' the fhade at clofe of eve, Great Pan, and old Silenus. Hither led By folitary grief fhall GEORGE recall Th'endearing manners, the foft fpeech, that flow'd From his lov'd Confort, virtue mix'd with love, Prudence, and mild infinuating fenfe : But chief her thoughtful breaft of counfels deep Capacious, nor unequal to the weight Of Government. Such was the royal mind Of wife ELIZA, name of lovelieft found To British ears, and pattern fair to Kings: Or the who rules the Scepter of the North Illuftrious, fpreading o'er a barbarous world
The light of arts and manners, and with arms Infefts th' astonish'd Sultan, hardly now
With fcatter'd troops refifting; fhe drives on The heavy war, and shakes th' Imperial Throne Of old Byzantium. Latest time shall found The praise of female genius. Oft fhall GEORGE Pay the kind tear, and grief of tender words To CAROLINE, thus oft lamenting fad.
"Hail facred fhade! by me with endless woe "Still honour'd! ever in my Breast shall dwell "Thy image, ever present to my foul
Thy faithful love, in length of years mature: "O skill'd t'enliven time, to foften care
"With looks and smiles and friendship's chearful voice!
"Anxious, of Thee bereft, a folitude
"I feel, that not the fond condoling cares "Of our fad offspring can remove. Ev'n now "With lonely steps I trace the gloomy groves, "Thy lov'd receffes, ftudious to recall "The vanish'd blifs, and cheat my wand'ring thoughts "With fweet illufion. Yet I not accuse "Heav'n's dispensation. Profperous and long "Have been my days, and not unknown to fame, "That dwells with virtue. But 'tis hard to part "The league of ancient friendship, to refign "The home-felt fondness, the fecure delight, "That reason nourish'd, and fair fame approv'd.”
AS IT IS REPRESENTED ON THE EAST WINDOW
OF WINCHESTER COLL. CHAPEL.
WRITTEN AT WINTON SCHOOL, BY DR. LOWTHE.
AT once to raise our rev'rence and delight,
To elevate the mind, and please the fight,
Το pour in virtue at th' attentive eye, And waft the foul on wings of extacy; For this the painter's art with nature vies, And bids the vifionary faint arise; Who views the facred forms in thought afpires, Catches pure zeal, and as he gazes, fires; Feels the fame ardour to his breast convey'd, Is what he fees, and emulates the shade.
Thy ftrokes, great Artist, so fublime appear, They check our pleasure with an awful fear; While, thro' the mortal line, the God you trace, Author himself, and Heir of Jeffe's race; In raptures we admire thy bold design, And, as the fubject, own the hand divine. While thro' thy work the rifing day shall stream, So long shall last thine honour, praise and name,
And may thy labours to the Muse impart Some emanation from her fifter art,
To animate the verse, and bid it shine
In colours eafy, bright, and frong, as Thine, Supine on earth an awful figure lies, While fofteft flumbers seem to feal his eyes; The hoary fire Heav'ns guardian care demands, And at his feet the watchful angel ftands. The form auguft and large, the mien divine Betray the founder of Meffiah's line.
Lo! from his loins the promis'd ftem afcends, And high to Heaven its facred Boughs extends: Each limb productive of fome hero fprings, And blooms luxuriant with a race of kings. Th' eternal plant wide spreads its arms around, And with the mighty branch the mystic top is
And lo! the glories of th' illuftrious line At their firft dawn with ripen'd splendors fhine, In DAVID all exprefs'd; the good, the great, The king, the hero, and the man compleat. Serene he fits, and sweeps the golden lyre, And blends the prophet's with the poet's fire. See! with what art he ftrikes the vocal ftrings, The God, his theme, infpiring what he fings! Hark----or our ears delude us-----from his tongue Sweet flows, or feems to flow, fome heav'nly fong.
Oh! could thine art arreft the flitting found, And paint the voice in magic numbers bound; Could the warm fun, as erft when Memnon play'd Wake with his rifing beam the vocal thade: Then might he draw th' attentive angels down, Bending to hear the lay, fo fweet, fo like their own. On either fide the monarch's offspring fhine, And some adorn, and fome difgrace their line. Here Ammon glories; proud, incestuous lord! This hand fuftains the robe, and that the fword. Frowning and fierce, with haughty ftrides he tow'rs, And on his horrid brow defiance low'rs.
There Abfalom the ravish'd fceptre sways, And his ftol'n honour all his fhame displays : The bafe ufurper Youth! who joins in one The rebel fubject, and th' ungrateful fon.
Amid the royal race, fee Nathan stand: Fervent he seems to fpeak, and lift his hand; His looks th' emotion of his foul disclose, And eloquence from every gefture flows. Such, and fo stern he came, ordain'd to bring Th' ungrateful mandate to the guilty King: When, at his dreadful voice, a sudden fmart Shot thro' the trembling monarch's confcious heart; From his own lips condemn'd; fevere decree! Had his God prov'd fo ftern a Judge as He. But man with frailty is allay'd by birth; Confummate purity ne'er dwelt on earth :
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