And long-remember'd features shall return; Nor fkill'd nor ftudious of the raptur'd lay; Hail WOLSEY's fpacious dome! hail, ever-fam'd ON THE SAME. BY MR. JAMES CLITHEROW OF ALL SOULS COLL. "T I. WAS on the evening of that gloomy day, When FREDERIC, ever lov'd, and ever mourn'd, (Such heav'n's high will, and who shall disobey?) To earth's cold womb in holy pomp return'd: II. With fullen founds the death-denouncing bell III. The full-voic'd choir, in ftoles of pureft white, IV. In high devotion rapt, the mitred fage, V. "Who, when our fov'reign leige to fate shall yield, "Shall prop, like him, Britannia's falling state? "Who now the vengeful fword of Justice wield, "Or ope, like him, fweet Mercy's golden gate? VI. "Who fhall to Arts their priftine honour bring, "Rear from the duft fair Learning's laurell'd head, "Or bid rich Commerce plume her daring wing? "Arts, Learning, Commerce are in FREDERIC dead. VII. "Who now fhall tend, with fond paternal care, "The future guardians of our faith and laws? "Who teach their breafts with patriot worth to dare, "And die, with ardour, in Britannia's caufe? VIII. "And who, ah! who, with foft endearing lore, "Shall footh, like him, the royal mourner's breast? "Her lord, her life, her FREDERIC is no more."Deep groans and bitter wailings fpeak the reft. IX. Then, when at length the awful scene was clos'd, All to their filent homes their steps difpos'd, X. All but Lorenzo;-he, with grief dismay'd, XI. But when each lamp by flow degrees expir'd, XII. The vaulted manfions of th' illuftrious dead XIII. There, as around the monumental maze XIV. With glory clad, th' imperial fhrines among, Four royal fhapes on iv'ry thrones were plac'd, High o'er their heads four airy diadems hung, Which never yet their maiden brows had grac'd. XV. The first was he, whom CRESSY's glorious plain. XVI. Next ARTHUR fat, at whofe aufpicious birth XVII. Yet green in death, the laft majeftic fhade XVIII. "All hail! illuftrious partner of our fate, "For whom, as once for us, Britannia bleeds, "Hail! to the manfions of the good and great, "Where crowns immortal wait on virtuous deeds. XIX. The fame our fortune, as our worth the fame, (To worth like ours fhort date doth heav'n affign) "As one our fortune, one fhall be our fame, "And long record our deathless names fhall join. |