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A45117 A poem dedicated to the immortal memory of Her Late Majesty the Most Incomparable Q. Mary by Mr. Hume. Hume, Patrick, fl. 1695. 1695 (1695) Wing H3663A; ESTC R14362 6,863 18

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State In Life and Death most unconcern'dly great XI Behold her in Life's last most dismal Scene Behold her on her Death-bed laid All unconcern'd all undismay'd Nor Youth nor Love nor rising Palaces Nor all Earth's gawdy Joys that used to please Nor sov'reign Pow'r nor an unenvied Throne Nor th'Hero valu'd above any Crown At Death's undue Arrest concern'd our Heroine All and her self more worth than all she did resign As Life unsought receiv'd unconcern ' laid it down Heroic Courage above all Repine Fearless the Brave bold Battles may maintain All are not sure though fighting to be slain Fate pow'ring Deaths down in a leaden Show'r Comes unexpected and as soon is o'er When Death apparent nothing can prevent None can be easie but the Innocent She Vertues vastest compass did comprize And ripe for Glory Wrinkles did prevent Human Perfection could no higher rise To be accomplish'd up to Heav'n she went And does both earthly Grief and heav'nly Joy augment Of all the Daughters of the unborn Bride None liv'd so faultless none so fearless dy'd As when a Journy's early to be made All things in order over night are laid Certain to go uncertain yet how soon Though much she had to do she nothing left undone With fault'ring Words left nothing to entreat Which Death might or disord'ring Grief forget Whate'er for Church or State her mighty Mind Pond'ring on their Prosperity design'd Her Royal Hand left legible behind With that she did her sorrowing Servants grace And after Death her Privy-Seal takes Place So some great Gen'ral on whose watchful care The Fate of mighty Empires does depend Provides against the suddain Chance of War And does his Labours beyond Life extend Thus greatly good she lived much though not long And left the World desirable and young Thus our young matchless Mary does excel Ev'n her who did admit no Parallel So her blest Namesake was prefer'd before Aged Eliza who the Baptist bore In both this sad Equality we find Neither left any like themselves behind XII Now born on Angels Wings she does inspect The Wonders of th' Almighty Architect How his Hand balanc'd th' universal Ball And out of empty nothing call'd this glorious all Whether the Sun continually career Or Earth self-balanc'd spin through yielding Air. What secret Furnace makes the deep boil o'er Shackled with Sand upon the shelving Shore What feeds th' Ethereal Lamps that ever burn What Engine does the mighty Machine turn How Heav'ns seav'n Wand'rers their strange Rounds maintain Without the Mazes that turn Mankinds Brain Pity 's the giddy Systems that we boast Those Lab'rinths in which vain Philosophy is lost Uncertain how Immortal Inmates come To be confin'd in Nature's narrow Room Uncertain how when hence they take their flight They wing the radiant Regions of the Light If Liberty be lovely sure 't is best From the dark Prison soon to be releast What boots it still to run the same Careers To see the Sun rise and set Forty Years By the same low Allurements still befool'd While Reason is by rebel Sence o'er-rul'd The mean Designs of trifling Life pursue Beguil'd by the same Phantosms drest anew W' are all Death's Vassals born but when we die Deliver'd from that Doom Heir Immortality Eas'd of Life's Load we quit encombring Clay And one Night past breaks everlasting Day XIII Rise overwhelm'd Britannia rise thou must Nor stay to shake off thy condoling Dust Nor polish thy unshining Shield T will nobler shew when fully'd o'er Stain'd and ensanguin'd with much Gallic Gore Thy Purple Heroe calls thee to the Field That Colour shews what Harvest it must yield Harvest of Death which though excessive grown So as t' a hundred thousand to arise If he survive on whom the World relies Will be but Cyphers added to this one He whose ev'n beating Breast did never fail In Storms of Death surcharg'd with Iron Hail Who unconcern'd did in Iverna bleed And the grim King of Terrors still outbrave When dastard Death the Wound behind him gave Who ev'ry where defi'd his fatal Dart Found this stroke come too near his Heroic Heart On this side only Man whence the fair Sex proceed Too justly griev'd for her who did them all exceed Since he loath'd Life undaunted dares endure Bold with thy bloody Shield his sacred Head secure Get up Britannia th' ast no time to moan Get up thy warlike William leads thee on His and thy Triumphs what can intervene Now thy bold Youth 's indifferent to their Doom Victorious with their King to overcome Or dying wait on their departed Queen Heav'n in compassion now will end the War That we may Life endure now she is gone Who did for all th' allays of Life attone Peace and the Reign of such a matchless Pair Were Blessings for this worthless World too dear First Phoenix Pair the World could ever boast And oh too like in that their Race is lost Had Heav'n been pleas'd to grant us a joint-Heir Of their unparallel'd Perfections he had been The Son of mighty Mars and Loves all-conqu'ring Queen Darling of Peace and Thunder-bolt of War Products so perfect are deny'd by Fate Seraphic Angels never propagate XIV As the dumb Son affrighted when he saw The Villain on his Monarch-Father draw The Ligature that tied his Tongue up tore And spoke aloud who never spoke before I who the various Tides and Turns of State All-unconcern'd in silence bore When I beheld untimely Fate Lay his cold o'erhasty hand Upon the Royal Mother of our Land Could not forbear to burst and rore And write dismay'd who wrote not heretofore The meanest Tribute to vast Vertue due Both from a Subject and a Servant too That I presume upon her Royal Herse To hang so mean such an ignoble Verse Pardon me Mighty Monarch and believe Many may better write none more sincerely grieve Poems demand a Mind entire at case In vain do wretched Writers hope to please FINIS