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The world o'erlooks him in her busy search
Heaven's youngest son, it's Benjamin,
(What ere with others 'tis) by me, A female muse, as were the nine; · But (full of vigor masculine) An essence male, with angels his companions shine, With angels first the heavenly youth was bred; And, when a child, instructed them to sing,
The praises of th' inimortal king,
Who Lucifer in triumph led : For, as in chains the monster sank to hell, And tumbling headlong down the precipice fell, By him first taught, How art thou fallen thou
morning star? they said. Too fondly then, we have fancy'd him a maid; We, the vain brethren of the rhyming trade; A female angel less would * Urbin's skill upbraid.
Thas 'twas in heaven : this, Poesy's sex and age; And, when he thence t'our lower world came down,
He chose a forin more like his own,
* Raphael Urbin, the famous painter.
And Jesse's youngest son inspir’d with holy rage,
And up he took his tuneful lyre;
did admire. Thou, Poesy, on bim didst bestow Thy choicest gift, a honour shew'd before to none; And, to prepare his way to th' Hebrew throne, Gav'st him thy empire, and dominion;
The happy land of verse, where flow Rivers of milk, and woods of laurel grow;
Wherewith, thou didst adorn his brow, And mad'st his first, more flourishing, and trium
phant crown. Assist me thy great prophets praise to sing, David, the poet's, and bless d Israel's king; And, with the dancing echo, let the mountains
Then, on the wings of some auspicious wind,
A lasting record find:
Worthy it was to be translated hence,
And mystick Oracles did dispence.
More wonders of it we had seen,
IIerbert, who did its chords distinctly know;
O! had we known him half so well;
you Nothing so fair, and worthy praise to do; Who, so exactly all his story tell,
That, though he did not want his bays,
Nor all the monuments virtue can raise, Your hand he did, to eternize his praise.
Herbert, and Donne, again are join’d,
Now here below, as they're above;
Too weak, to part them, death does prove; For, in this book they meet again: as, in one heaven they love.
Sam. WOODFORDE, D. D, Beneted, Apr. 3.