Since time does all things change, thou think'ft not fit ****** VIII. **** On the Death of Mr. CRASHAW. POET and Saint! to thee alone are given The two moft facred names of earth and heaven; The hard and rareft union, which can be, Next that of Godhead with humanity. Long did the Mufes banish'd flaves abide, And built vain pyramids to mortal pride; [e] new worlds] This alludes to Sir William's pro. ject of a fettlement at Virginia; which, however, had no better fuccefs than the poetical project, which his friend here celebrates. Like Mofes thou (though fpells and charms withftand) Haft brought them nobly home back to their Holy Ah wretched we, poets of earth! but thou 1 Thou need'ft not make new fongs, but fay the old. J Yet still in rhyme the fiend Apollo fpoke: [f] -Pan's death] Alluding to the famous story in Plutarch's Dialogue concerning the filence of the pagan oracles, and the ufe made of that story by Eufebius and others; whence it became the general opinion of the learned, in our author's days, that, by the death of the GREAT Pan, was meant the crucifixion of our Saviour. Nay Nay with the worft of heathen dotage we Thy spotless Muse, like Mary, did contain And for a facred miftrefs fcorn'd to take, But her, whom God himself scorn'd not his spouse to make. It (in a kind) her miracle did do; A fruitful mother was, and virgin too. How well (bleft fwan) did fate contrive thy And made thee render up thy tuneful breath [g] Mr. Crafhaw died of a fever at Loretto, being newly chofen canon of that church. COWLEY. 'Tis furer much, they brought thee there; and they, And thou, their charge, went finging all the way. Pardon, my mother church, if I confent That angels led him, when from thee he went; For even in error fure no danger is, When join'd with fo much piety as his. Ah, mighty God, with fhame I' fpeak't, and grief, So far at least, great faint, to pray to thee. Hail, bard triumphant [i]! and fome care bestow On us, the poets militant below! [b] Hence the famous lines of Mr. Pope, which have given fuch fcandal to fome, and triumph to others, only because both parties have been more in haite to apply than understand them. "For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, "His can't be wrong, whofe life is in the right.' [i] Hail, bard triumphant!] Hence the apostrophe of Mr. Pope, but not so happily applied, as here Hail, bards triumphant, born in happier days!" Oppos'd Oppos'd by our old enemy, adverse chance, Expos'd by tyrant-love to favage beafts and fires [k]. And, when my Mufe foars with fo ftrong a wing, IX. Imitation of MARTIAL [/], Lib, V. Ep. xxi. "SI tecum mihi, care Martialis, "Securis liceat frui diebus; [] Expos'd by tyrant-love to favage beafts and fires.] As the primitive Chriftians were, by the tyrant-hate of their pagan perfecutors. ANON. [ Ed. Maittaire, Lond. 1716. |