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A61385 The procession a poem on Her Majesties funeral / by a gentleman of the army. Steele, Richard, Sir, 1672-1729. 1695 (1695) Wing S5381A; ESTC R7205 3,709 12

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with Extremes E'er this sad Triumph past we found relief Continu'd anguish lost the sense of Grief But still the Chariot fainting force supply'd Anew we all reviv'd anew we dy'd Grief did all bounds ambitiously deny Swell'd every Breast and melted every Eye Lo Death himself See him Triumphant ride Lo the Grim Being moves with sullen Pride His Jaws are glutted for th' ensuing Year He 'll shun our Cities and our Armies spare The Ladies plac'd on high with looks deject With down intended looks our Souls direct Gold Purple Tissue Crowns Enchant the sight And move our Grief that us'd to give Delight There drowsie Gems their Nature know no more But gather Darkness now as Light before There all that 's Bright i' th' Widow'd World is seen Too faint t' express ev'n the Departed Queen No Mortal Beauty yet recalls an Eye The nearest Mourners pass neglected by But as the Ladies March the lengthening row Inspires a more familiar Kindly Woe Sure that's the Region of departed Loves Such Gloomy Day enlights th' Elysian Groves One Universal Face their Passion wears But Darby's smother'd Sighs and Gushing Tears In Her Affliction takes an abject State Something so humbly Low yet very Great No single Cause so different Grief cou'd send She Weeps as Subject Servant and a Friend To close the Pomp the Fair Attendant Maids Appear true Angels dress'd like fancy'd Shades Their Grief imparts t' unpitied Lover's ease Sadly they Charm and dismally they Please Their clouded Beauties speak Man's gawdy strife The glittering Miseries of Humane Life Who that these passing Obsequies had seen Wou'd e'er believe this were that very Queen That very Queen whom Heav'n so lately gave A Crown in the same Place where now a Grave I see Her yet Nature and Fortune's Pride A Scepter Grac'd her Hand a King her Side Coelestial Youth and Beauty did impart Prophetick Vision to the coldest Heart We saw her Children should succeed her sway And future Monarchs round her Table Play Her People's Acclamations rend the Skies The ecchoing Firmament returns their Cries She unconcern'd and careless all the while Rewards their loud applauses with a Smile With easie Majesty and Humble Stat● Smiles at the trifle Power and knows its date What being prov'd so furiously enclin'd For that Sh' each Day assum'd each Night resign'd So short a Period to Her Glories giv'n The Crime of Fate and the reproach of Heav'n But now the Pomp to th' sacred Abbey's led The Wide Capacious Palace of the Dead The Glaring Lamps disturb their usual Night They half awaken'd with th' intruding Light Souls to a Slumber Wake and move their Clay They think her Pile their Resurrection Day What Hands commit the Beauteous Good and Just The Dearer Part of WILLIAM to the Dust In Her his Vital Heat his Glory lies In Her the Monarch liv'd in Her he Dies One was their Soul while he secur'd Her rest War's Hardships seem'd Luxurious to his Breast And he Abroad no Peace repose could yield She felt the distant Dangers of the Field No form of State makes the Great Man forego The task due to Her Love and to His Woe Since his kind frame can't the large suffering bear In Pity to his People he 's not here For to the mighty loss we now receive The next Affliction were to see him Grieve There MARY undisturb'd in quiet Sleep None shall Profane the Urn thy Ashes keep Till time 's no more by all thou shalt be read And be a Monument to thy Neighbour dead For British Bards thy Memory shall save And snatch thy Eternal Virtue from the Grave FINIS