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A poem dedicated to the blessed memory of her late gracious Majesty Queen Mary by Mr. Stepney.
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Stepney, George, 1663-1707.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.
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1695
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Wing S5468; ESTC R15801
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A POEM Dedicated to the BLESSED MEMORY OF HER LATE GRACIOUS MAJESTY Queen Mary By Mr. Stepney LONDON Printed for Iacob Tonson at the Iudge's Head near the Inner-Temple Gate in Fleetstreet 1695. A POEM Dedicated to the BLESSED MEMORY OF HER LATE GRACIOUS MAJESTY Queen Mary ONCE more my Muse we must an Altar raise May it prove Lasting as Maria's Praise And the Song ended be the Swan's thy Doom Rest ever silent as Maria's Tomb. But whence shall we begin Or whither steere Her Vertues like a perfect Round appeare Where Judgment lyes in Admiration lost Not knowing which it should distinguish most Some Angel from your own describe Her Frame For sure your Godlike Beings are the same All that was Charming in the Fairer Kind With Manly Sense and Resolution joyn'd A Mien compos'd of Mildness and of State Not by Constraint or Affectation Great But form'd by Nature for Supream Command Like Eve just moulded by the Maker's Hand Yet such her Meekness as half-vail'd the Throne Least being in too great a Lustre shown It might debar the Subject of access And make her Mercies and our Comforts less So Gods of old descending from their Sphere To visit Men like Mortals did appear Least their too Awful Presence should affright Those whom they meant to bless and to delight Thus to the Noon of her high Glory run From her bright Orb diffusive like the Sun She did Her healing Influence display And cherisht all our Nether World that lay Within the Circle of Her radiant Day Reliev'd not only those who Bounty sought But gave unask'd and as She gave forgot Found modest Want in its obscure Retreat And courted tim'rous Vertue to be Great The Church which William sav'd was Mary's Care Taught by Her Life and guarded by Her Prayer What Her Devotions were you Cherubs tell Who ever round the Seat of Mercy dwell For here She wou'd not have Her Goodness known But you beheld how she address'd the Throne And wonder'd at a Zeal so like your own Since She was Form'd and Lov'd and Pray'd like you She shou'd alas have been Immortal too A Reign so gentle and a Mind so strong Both made us hope we shou'd obey Her long And with a double Reverence have seen The hoary Blessing of an Aged Queen Who might with William jointly govern here As that bright Pair which rules the heav'nly Sphere Grace and mild Mercy best in Her were shown In him the rougher Vertues of the Throne Of Justice She at home the Ballance held Abroad Oppression by His Sword was quell'd True Emblems of the Lyon and the Dove The God of Battel and the Queen of Love Did in Their happy Nuptials well agree Like Mars He led our Armies out and She With Smiles presided o're Her Native Sea Such too their Meetings when our Monarch came With Laurels loaden and immortal Fame As when the God on Haemus quits his Arms Softning his Toyls in Cytherea's Charms With what Delight wou'd she the Victor meet And lay the Reins of Empire at his Feet With the same Temper as the Latian Hind Was made Dictator conquer'd and resign'd So Pallas from the dusty Field withdrew And when Imperial Iove appear'd in view Resum'd Her Female Arts the Spindle and the Clew Forgot the Scepter She so well had sway'd And with that Mildness She had Rul'd Obey'd Pleas'd with the Change and unconcern'd as Iove When in Disguise he leaves his Pow'r above And drowns all other Attributes in Love Such mighty Sir if yet the sacred Ear Of Majesty and Grief vouchsafe to hear Was the lov'd Consort of thy Crown and Bed Our Joy while living our Despair now Dead Yet why Despair Tho' one Supporter Fall The Stronger holds and will sustain the Ball. Of Sybill's Books that Volume which remain'd Th' intrinsick value of the whole retain'd When in the fiery Car Elijah fled His Spirit doubled on his Partner's Head So will thy Peoples Love now Mary's gone Unite both Streams and flow on Thee alone The grateful Senate with one Voice combine To breath their Sorrows and to comfort Thine By bringing to Thy View how Europe's Fate Does on Thy Councills and Thy Courage wait But when the vastness of Thy Grief they see They own 't is just and melt in Tears with Thee Blush not great Soul thus to reveal Thy Woe Sighs will have vent and Eyes too full o're-flow Shed by degrees they pass unfelt away But raise a Storm and Deluge where they stay The bravest Heroes have the softest Mind Their Natures like the Gods to Love inclin'd Homer who Humane Passions nicely knew When his Illustrious Grecian Cheif he drew Left likewise in his Soul one mortal Part Whence Love and Anguish too might reach his Heart For a lost Mistress in Despair he sate And let declining Troy still struggle vvith her Fate But when he found his dear Patroclus dead Like a rous'd Lion from his Tent he fled Whole Hecatombs of trembling Trojans slew And mangled Hector at his Chariot drew Still greater is Thy loss Be such thy Rage That naught but conquer'd Gallia may asswage She vvho below preserv'd Thee with Her Prayer Above vvill prove thy Guardian Angel there And hov'ring round Thee with Her Heav'nly shield Unseen protect Theein the dusky Field Glut then Thy Vengeance on Thy destin'd Foe And while above She Triumphs Fight below T is done Our Monarch to the Camp returns The Gallick Armies fly Their Navy burns And Earth and Seas all bow to his Command And Europe owns her Peace from His victorious Hand FINIS Lucius Quintius