M The MIRACLE, 1707. ERIT they hate, and wit they flight; And nothing mind but pence. Conduct a kingdom without care, A council without fenfe. So MOSES once, and JOSHUA, Like rev'rence pay to these! for who P ODE on the Death of HENRY PURCELL. Set to Mufick. G OOD angels fnatch'd him eagerly on high; He went mufing all along, Compofing new their heav'nly fong. [sky, A while his skilful notes loud hallelujahs drown'd; A man just after God's own heart! If human cares are lawful to the blest, Needs must he wish that PURCELL only might 'Tis fure no little proof we have And death despis'd for fame by all the wife and brave? Oh, all ye bleft harmonious choir! Who pow'r Almighty only love, and only that admire! Look down with pity from your peaceful bow'r, On this fad ifle perplex'd, And ever, ever vex'd With anxious care of trifles, wealth, and pow'r. In our rough minds due reverence infufe [mufe. For fweet melodious founds, and each harmonious Mufick exalts man's nature, and infpires High elevated thoughts, or gentle, kind desires. F 2 On the Lofs of an only Son, ROBERT Marquis of NORMANBY. Ο UR morning's gay and shining; At ev'ning no repining; A fond transported mother A child at first was wanting; In him would find content. A child, of whom kind Heaven Him all our hopes propose. The happy fire's poffeffing But ah! this fhiny weather So fierce a fever rages, We all lie drown'd in tears; And difmal fad prefages Come thund'ring in our ears. The doubts that made us languish, Did worfe, far worse than kill: Yet, oh, with all their anguish, Would we had doubted still! By why fo much digreffion, |