HEAV'NS youngest fon, its Benjamin, Divinity's next brother, facred Poefie, A female mufe, as were the nine; An essence male, with angels his companions fhine. The praises of th' Immortal King Who Lucifer in triumph led: For, as in chains the monster fank to hell, And tumbling headlong down the precipice fell, By him first taught, "How art thou fallen thou morning star ?" they faid, Too fondly then, we have fancy'd him a maid: We, the vain brethren of the rhyming trade; II. Thus 'twas in heaven: this, Poefy's fex and age; And Jefse's youngeft fon infpir'd with holy rage, And up he took his tuneful lyre; He took it up, and struck't, and his own soft touches did admire. Thou, Poefy, on him didft beftow Thy choiceft gift, a honour fhew'd before to none; And, to prepare his way to th' Hebrew throne, Gav'ft him thy empire and dominion; * Raphael Urbin, the famous painter. The happy land of verfe, where flow Rivers of milk, and woods of laurel grow; Wherewith thou didft adorn his brow, And mad'ft his firft, more flourishing, and triumphant crown. Afsift me thy great prophet's praise to fing, David, the poet's, and blefs'd Ifrael's King; And with the dancing echo, let the mountains ring! Let his great name from earth be rais'd on high, A lasting record find: Be with his mighty pfaltery join'd; Which, taken long fince up into the air, And call'd the harp, makes a bright conftellation there. III. Worthy it was to be tranflated hence, How great the mighty Herbert's skill had been; But then, my friend, there had been left for you That though he did not want his bays, Thefe friends are in their old embraces twin'd; For in this book they meet again, as in one heav'n they love. April BENSTEAD,} SAM. WOODFORDE, D. D. |