AN ODE SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF ANNE DUCHESS OF HAMILTON. WHY founds the plain with fad complaint? Wail on, ye heights! ye glens, complain! Sigh, winds, frae frozen caves of fnaw! She's dead!-the beauteous Anna 's dead!All nature wears a gloom : Alas! the comely budding flower Is faded in the bloom. Clos'd in the weeping marble vault, Now cauld and blae fhe lies; Nae mair the fmiles adorn her cheek, Nae mair fhe lifts her eyes. Too Too foon, O fweetest, fairest, best, Thou leaves thy lord and infant-fon, But let thy cheerfu' marriage-day His bofom fwells, for much he lov'd; He starts in dreams, and grafps thy fhade, The fair illufion skims away, And grief again returns ; He mourns his lofs, a nation's loss, With roses and the lily buds, Ye nymphs, her grave adorn, And weeping tell-thus fweet fhe was, VOL. I. Το To filent twilight shades retire, Ye melancholy fwains, But hafte, calm reason, to our aid, By placing of the pious Fair Whose white immortal mind now fhines, Above th' infult of death and pain, There joins the high melodious thrang, In prefence of Omnipotence She now a feraph fings. Then cease, great James, thy flowing tears, With goodness ftill adorn thy mind, Be ftill a patriot juft and brave, AN ODE TO THE MEMORY OF SIR ISAAC NEWTON. GREAT Newton 's dead!-full ripe his fame; The godlike man now mounts the sky, Tho' none with greater strength of foul Or range the orbs from pole to pole, Now with full joy he can furvey These worlds, and ev'ry shining blaze, Thousands in thousand arts excell'd, His penetration, most profound, Launch'd far in that extended sea, Where human minds can reach no bound, Sons of the east and western world, Thro' ev'ry maze he was the guide; He fhun'd the fophiftry of words, Britain may honourably boast, Ye Fellows of the Royal Clafs, Erect in fineft ftone and brass Statues of the illuftrious dead: Altho' |