who was Related to my (Deceased) Wife.
I cannot Mourn thy Fate, Sweet Mayd, but Joy
That Thou art gone from all this Worlds Annoy,
From th' hurry of this cursed Age, that draws
Heav'ns Vengeance down by th' breach of all the Laws.
Of GOD, & Man: ther's nothing here but Noise
And Interruption of True Peacefull Joyes.
That which they Pleasure call is _Sport_ for _Apes_
Which turns the _Phansie_ to a thousand _Shapes_
And Wrests the _Mind_ from that _Celestial Sphear_
To which Its _Nature_ ever would adhere
That by a _Constant Revolution_
Its Rest & Motion ever might be ONE
That which my Mind hath ever Sought, thy Mind
Tho Compast with these walls of Clay did Find:
Pure _Quintessential Love, Aethereal Flame_,
Which Always shines, & Alwayes is the Same:
Here's no faint trembling Flame: all Bright appears
'Tis ne're blown out with Sighs, nor quencht with tears.
Thy Soul Enflames my Love: the Unitie
I had with Her, who was Allie'd to Thee
Is Now made Perfect: Our Souls Mutual Flame
Tho Higher in _Degree_ in _Nature's_ still the same.
Her, Thee, & All the Glorious Souls Above
I Now Enioy, whilst in You All I Love
The Boundless Spring of Joy to Ev'ry Mind
That knowes what's _Truly Fair_ & Knowes what's _Truly Kind_.
How have I Labour'd to Depress the Pride
Of one [Dr. Parker] that strives Illustrious Truth to Hide
In the Thick Bushes of Learn'd Sophistrie,
Which he that Enters hardly sees the Skie?
Truth that thy Splendid Soul did clearly see
And of it made a plain Discoverie.
And having Conquer'd Fate, Thou leavst those Arms [Her Poems]
By which Mankind may Conquer All their Harms
And make them Serve their Noble Purposes.
All Good to Gain, All Evil to Repress.
How Bravely did thy _Melibaeus_ shew
The Madness of that Love most men pursue
And how Youth may their strongest Lusts subdue!
O Happy Mayd, who didst so soon Espie
In This _Dark Life, that All is Vanitie_!
May thy Bright Love, All Youthfull Minds Inspire,
And like the SUN, put out all _other Fire_;
May all the Virtuous Celebrate thy Name;
All Poets Hearts Partake of thy Great Flame
That all their Ardors & their Flights may be
The Flames that Fly up to the _Deitie_;
That DAVID's Muse they all may Imitate,
Sing Virtues Triumphs ore the Power of Fate:
That all their Works Resembling Hea'vn may prove
The Blest Effects of Glory, Power, & Love.