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A33144
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A poem on the death of our late soveraign lady Queen Mary by C. Cibber.
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Cibber, Colley, 1671-1757.
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1695
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Wing C4282; ESTC R18465
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Cure And as in Tribes the new Beleivers came The Dumb the Lunatick the Blind and Lame They Walkt they Saw they Spoke and prais'd his Name Ne're did a Life so short more Good produce In which each Minute was of Double Use So soon she Finisht her Appointed task Her Virtue labour'd more than Heav'n did ask That when her hasty Soul arriv'd above She did their equal Joys and Wonder move All knew the Place near Gods Right Hand was Hers But thought it Vacant yet for several Years Now tho her Charity did Boundless Reign Yet not the Poor the Greatest Loss sustain For She to many a Subsistance left Tho' of The Foundress not the Dole Bereft Our Grief alas yet rises in Degree As those that mourn her do in Quality Next to the Poor are those of Noble Arts Which she encourag'd to their best Deserts Musâ—ick and Poetry not long agoe Our Nations Pride were almost Treason Now But that they both our Tides of Grief can move As well as heretofore our Joys or Love At Court the Rising Flood of Pious Teares Yet Greater still as does the Loss appears Where all like walking Ghosts in Grief are seen For a lost Friend a Mother and a Queen But oh the Rapid Force that sweeps away Great Caesars Quiet and his Chearful Day Now now my Muse let loose thy Streams of Woe Let 'em unbounded as the Ocean flow Swell with big Sighs the Raging Tempest high Then mount and ore the distant Danger fly And in thy Transient view survey the Soul VVhom all around the Angry Billows rowle Behold the Shipwreck of our Monarchs Joy VVhich Thirsty Death in Fields cou'd ne're Destroy Thus Mariners the Seas Abroad o're come Yet sink with all the Fraight in sight of Home Why why Ye Pow'rs must Bleeding Majesty So vast a VVound receive from Destiny Is 't not enough to see a Nation Groan But must the Loss be doubled on a Throne VVhy did ye Gild with such a Glorious Sun His Happy life and let it set so soon The light that slowly dies leaves sight behind But when 't is snaâ—cht away it strikes us Blind VVithout Regret we spare the Absent Day Resting secure of his Returning Ray But when for ever he resigns his Light 'T is worse than Death to live in such a Night In such a Night who moves is sure to stray In such a Night our Guide might loose his way And tho th' unguarded Flock shou'd quite be lost The Shepard first is Hurt and feels the Affliction most Thus our Great Master in his Grief has shown He lov'd the life Departed as his own In vain alas wou'd weak Philosophy Prescribe us Rules to Govern Passions by For when a Joy of such Important weight Is taken out Grief turns the Ballance strait Reason but holds the Scales and sits to see The Joy remov'd if it Proportion be So tho' each Thought new sorrow shou'd Create T' wou'd be to what he lost but equal VVeight And what he lost his Griefs alone Relate For what was Obvious to each Common Eye Declar'd more Virtues did in secret lye VVhich from the Darkned world were still And to her Mourning Lord alone reveal'd Tho' from her Orb she gave Promiscuous Light Some shortned Raies He kept from Human sight And only lets our Dazled Fancy Rove To form the Virtues of her Fruitful Love Tho' Heav'n no Off-spring from her Bed design'd But Bad her Live the Phoenix of her Kind Her Love was Fruitful still for love's i' th Mind Her Soul was Married to her Monarchs VVill VVhich he cou'd scarce declare she wou'd so soon fulfill Desire of Pleasing as the Child of Love They Both like Tender Parents did approve She more of Mothers fondness might express He seldom sought it but ne're lov'd it less Had such a Bride to Solomon been given He ne're had wander'd for his Amorous Heav'n Her unexhausted Charms had fixt his Love Nor cou'd a Change his Happiness improve So firm a Union Nature never made In whom we had the sure Foundation lai'd Of a most Perfect and Immortal Bliss Till Death convinc'd our fancy'd Happiness Fondly secure of their Eternal Sway. T' our selves we promis'd Everlasting Day For while so Bright their Godlike Virtues shone Abroad His Courage and Her Care at Home What cou'd we think of such an Heavenly Pair But they Immortal as their Actions were For till one dy'd we thought that Heaven was here All the poor help weak Reason can afford To calm the sighs of her afflicted Lord Is when each Nation shall the News receive As they the Loss so they 'll divide the grief Nay ev'n in Louis She must Nature stir If not his Sorrow yet at least his Fear He Dreads that Her 's the Fate of France may prove Knowing her Death our Monarchs Soul does move Who by this loss secure from Greater Harms His Foes regardless now may dare to Arms And having nought that more his mind can Load He doubts will Double all his Rage Abroad Yet hold my Muse thy wandring Wing retain A mournful Thought now lures thee back again When to the Restless Toiles of Horrid War Our King Inexorable shall repair Whom shall he leave our Guardian Angel Here Or when his Hard-fought Battles he has Won VVhere shall be joyful throw his Lawrels down VVhose Grateful Love his Conquests now shall Crown Secure of Late we spar'd our VVarlike Prince E're our Domâ—stick safty fled from Hence Who while Her Absent Hero led the War Taught us the Pleasure of Obedience Here. Yet let him go and safe return with Spoile Our Greif alas prevents a Civil Broil Whatere's Abroad at Home it must be Peace The Woes we feel Rebellion can't redress We 're Crush't to Concord by our Miseries Look down Bright Saint from thine AEtherial Seat And view the Pious Ruins of thy State Asswage the Torrent of our Monarchs Woe Which o're his Drowning Reason seems to Flow Return the Hero's Part that reign'd in Thee When thou in Smiles didst meet Mortality Teach him thy Early Fate like Thee to bear Nor let him Woman in his Greifs Appear Let Happy Dreams inform his Restless Mind To what Advantage thou hast life resign'd Give to his Joyful View thy Crowns of Bliss And to his Thoughts restore their Wand ring Peace While to his Sorrows this Releif is Giv'n H 'as lost a Queen on Earth and gain'd a Freind in Heav'n FINIS