ON THE DEATH OF THE QUEEN AN ODE  

HAil, grief struck't Muse, O rouse a place!  
Sorrow poured forth, may give thee some solace:  
Rouse and shake off Astonishment,  
Unbowel strait, let anguish vent,  
Grief great like thine, tears, rents, yea kills, when closely penned;  
Yet let thy mourning Tune, I pray,  
Be tempered with a fair Essay,  
To blend thy Sorrows with some grains of joy  
Taken from Hopes meek alloy:  
No higher powers thou needs invock,  
To help thee at this mourning Schock,  
Nor influence, thee to inspire;  
But to be warmed with true celestial Fire:  
Or bend thy whole Desire  
To get a sparkle of that glorious Light,  
With which on earth she glow'd, but now in heaven shines bright.   

2.  
Hence flashy strains begun and flaunts of hollow wit,  
Such bagatels, doth not this Subject fit▪  
Grief-beaten Muse if thou would fain  
Rally thy scattered force again:  
Would thou yet sparkle with a blazing vein:  
Then let thy bold career,  
Let thy Parade, thy tower be here,  
A soaring, lofty, solid strain,  
A strain that may by this Disaster show  
The vanity of all things here below:  
A strain that may rouse Men immer'st in sensuality,  
And let all by this vive Example see  
What it is alone that can  
The raking, aiming, vast Desires of Man,  
completely satisfy.  
My stupifi'd Muse streight alarmed,  
And with the great Design, O strangely charmed,  
Well weighing all the Circumstances,  
'Twixt Hope and Grief, 'twixt Pain and Ease,  
Still begging Mercy if her Zeal displease,  
Thus in the bold Adventure she ingenuously advances.   

( 3)  
VAin Man, whose dazzling glistering gaietle  
Soon crumbl'd down to humble and vile dust we see:  
And thou the Pride of human Glory, Majesty,  
Poor Majesty, alas! how soon thou may  
Dwindle to could, yea into loathsome day:  
And thou shamm World's a mere toy,  
That with thy Hopes does starve or cloy,  
And at the best thy pageant pomps does bait  
With glister, that doth fade and blast in a mere cheat.   

( 4)  
O what a Stage of woeful Miseries,  
And what a Mass of mere Absurdities,  
Must Man be, if his Hopes be bounded here▪  
And nothing more left him for future Hope or Fe●r?  
But we may truly call,  
Bright Majesty the greatest mock of all,  
That's sure by Death to catch the sorest fall,  
From highest splendour plunged down to the darkest Cell  
Of an eternal Nothing, what a grievous knell  
Must this to great Ones give, who own no heaven no Hell?   

( 5)  
Of all the various Works of this vast frame of Nature,  
Man must be the most wretcht and forlorn Creature,  
If all his carking Care and Hope  
Be here at the full brim and top:  
When all he grasps at here  
Makes him a constant Scene of Torture Grief and Fear,  
If his Content and Happiness be here at the full hight.  
Then soaring Man's indeed a mere complete unhappy Wight,  
And in that case we may suspect  
That the Creator's a mean Architect,  
That sent his Master-piece forth with so great defect:  
While all besides gives perfect harmony  
Must the poor stripling Man confounded discord, Jargon be,  
Here wanring Objects-proper to suffice  
His prying powers and touring Faculties,  
For all his eager vehemence and bent,]  
He still doth aim, burr hits short of his wished content.   

6  
NOW meaner splendours aim you to be wise,  
Then copy after Her, whom nothing vain e're did entice,  
Who did beyond Earth's Glories some more solid prise,  
Who though envi●●●●'d with the fawning charms of pleasures,  
lived by the safe and surest measures  
Of future Hopes, a sceptre swayed so even,  
So wore a Crown on Earth, that to Her might be given  
A thousand, thousand times, more glorious Ones in heaven.   

7.  
O Mortals! for her sake that is gone hence,  
Can you a while strain, and abstract from sense,  
To view the great Reward of Recompence●:  
Things Ear ne're heard, nor ever Eye hath seen,  
Nor in the Heart of man conceived have ever been:  
Yet if you can a while entrance,  
You may perhaps reach a faint glance,  
Or a dark shadow of that heavenly cheer:  
Consider when you wonders great admire,  
Or when you are in any wise  
Struck't in a charming sweet surprise.  
When a surprise rejoices you with wonder,  
How do you feel, then pray, what pleasures are you under   

8.  
Then Mortals what think ye,  
Of joys that are all Enthusiasm ecstasy  
Where wondrous wonders do surprise eternally!  
Wonders in boundless numbers and in charms  
There crowd in everlasting Swarms:  
There Joys never cloy, nor ever spend,  
All bounds and measures tney transcend:  
There the whole Scenes that do present  
Are worthy of a power indeed omnipotent,  
That can the boundless Appetite,  
Sarisfy with full delight:  
And in a word, boundless desires have there, Omnipotent  
Power still on work to forge them ravishing content.   

( 9)  
How admirable are the Rap'ts! O how magnific!  
Is the pure Vision beatifick?  
The poynant sallies of seraphic Love  
What high flown Transports at each glance they move!  
Strange Emanations where the beams and rays  
Volies rebound, eternal Praise,  
When engulf't in divine Caresses wholly,  
The Soul still echoes Holy, Holy, Holy,  
Who was, who is, who ever more shall be,  
The First and Last, Him bliss all Saints eternally.   

( 10)  
The most sublimed extract or refined quintessence  
Of pleasures of the Earth and Sense,  
Are but a shadow faint  
Of these prepared for the meanest Saint,  
How then stupenduous think ye  
Must these admirable great Glories be  
The Mansions furnished, and the State prepared for such heroic Saints as she.   

( 11)  
If all the glorified have their Dignity and State,  
advanced and highten'd at the rate  
They have been on the Earth in Goodness large and Great,  
What Glories then must needs attend  
A sainted Queen, who did transcend  
Her high state grandeur and Descent  
By virtue more sublime by far, and far more eminent?   

( 12)  
All flights of human wit amazing droup and veil,  
Dare not to parcel Her in the retail,  
Her whose great Eminence did in proportion ly,  
And in Her Virtues uniformity;  
Beaties that stand in due proportion feature  
In pieces ta'en, they mingle-mangle still the fairest Creature:  
Then in the whole and platt; you have Her true  
transcendent and surprising view.  
How great how uniform a Radiancy  
Gives joined with virtuous Saint-ship sacred Majesty?  
These in conjunction Men amaze into a noble awe  
Of heavenly as well as of human Law.  
Princes do by Example give  
The strongest persuasives how meaner Men should live:  
We always find true piety  
In sovereignty so much inherent,  
No King without it e'er can be,  
GOD's true, but His mere mock Vicegerent:  
Dare they Heav'ns Deputation pled  
Who throw off all Heav'ns Fear and Dread?  
Pretend they thence Commision  
Who all obeisance do disclaim, thereto refuse submission?  
Heav'ns Darling then and best beloved Minion  
A complete Title had to Her triple Dominion.   

( 13)  
Now Muse, I dread thou may a place  
dam up thy Sorrows at the thought of Her great Happiness,  
Were it not at poor Mortals cost alas,  
A Happiness so great nought can express,  
Or equal, in its greatness, but our loss:  
O! but wise Providence seems across,  
And in a Riddle stips! when here  
One thing doth with such different views appear:  
The Soul whose aspect gives so bright above  
Should in reverse on Earth nought but black Anguish move:  
To make the odes in this strange Matter even,  
This plain Solution may be given.   

( 14)  
britain has never such a crowned Female seen;  
So never deserved to keep that Queen:  
Sure Guilt that wearied out long-suffering Patience  
Alone removed her from hence:  
Justice it was decreed in the Conclave of heaven,  
That this grand master-piece stroke must alas to Earth be gi●'n:  
Yea, by a fervent tendency and bent  
She's flown to heaven Her Element,  
As Weight down goes, flamme upward bends,  
And each thing to its proper Center tends:  
What can Laws fixed control  
Or stop the eager flight of a Heav'n-ward aspiring Soul;  
No wonder then that She's so quickly gone  
When Press and Bensil thereto join their power in one.  
And heaven rejoice, but Earth be left to moan:   

( 15)  
But Courage Hero, grieve not at the rate,  
As if Her Fate  
Were to be quiter annihilat;  
Or as You grudged Her early Happiness  
'Cause She's outstripped, You in Her Race to bliss:  
It's Guilt alone gives Men great cause to grieve,  
Deep Sorrow may polluted Souls relieve:  
Then at this Schock You truly may  
Stand closs to Your wonted Tranquillity,  
And brighten pale Grief with a calm Serenity:  
This is a Champion Bravery,  
It gives the air of high majestic State,  
Thus You achieve a true and grand heroic Fate  
In discipline of Christian Chevaulry,  
Which far out-weighs all other kind of Gallantry,  
And in a Prince above all gives a sublime decency.   

( 16)  
Great Souls for great and equal Ends created are;  
A●swage then discord Grief, pray do not mar  
●●●v'ns Notes of concord with Thy uncouth jar,  
And Heav'ns pure Harmony;  
But let his Fates a Consort Chim of high flown Melody:  
So prosper Monarch in the double Charge  
Of Royal Cares Her Death to You to You alone bequeathes,  
heaven in proportion will Your Crown enlarge  
With everlasting glorious Palms with Bays and Wreaths.   
FINIS.