TO MISS MISS R ON HER ATTENDANCE UPON HER MOTHER AT BUXTON. With lenient arts extend a mother's breath. POPE. WHEN blooming beauty in the noon of power, To the hufh'd chamber of disease retires, To watch and weep befide a parent's bed, Catch the faint voice, and raise the languid head, What mixt delight each feeling heart must warm! An angel's office suits an angel's form. Thus the tall column graceful rears its head To prop fome mould'ring tower with mofs o'erfpread, Whose stately piles and arches yet display The venerable graces of decay : Thus round the wither'd trunk frefh fhoots are feen To fhade their parent with a chearful green. More health, dear maid! thy foothing presence brings Than pureft skies, or falutary springs. That voice, those looks fuch healing virtues bear, Thy sweet reviving smiles might cheer despair; On the pale lips detain the parting breath, And leaning on that breast her cares affwage; How soft a pillow for declining age! For this, when that fair frame must feel decay, (Ye fates protract it to a distant day) When thy approach no tumults fhall impart, Nor that commanding glance strike thro' the heart, When meaner beauties fhall have leave to shine, And crowds divide the homage lately thine, Not with the tranfient praise those charms can boast Shall thy fair fame and gentle deeds be loft: Some pious hand fhall thy weak limbs sustain, And pay thee back these generous cares again; Thy name fhall flourish by the good approv❜d, ON THE DEATH OF MRS. JENNINGS*. Eft tamen quieté, & puré, & eleganter actæ ætatis, placida ac lenis fenectus. CICERO DE SENECT. 'Tis paft: dear venerable fhade, farewell! Thy blameless life thy peaceful death shall tell. Clear to the last thy setting orb has run; Pure, bright, and healthy like a frosty sun: *The Author's Grandmother. For Heaven prolong'd her life to spread its praife, And blefs'd her with a patriarch's length of days. The trueft praise was hers, a chearful heart, Prone to enjoy, and ready to impart. An Ifraelite indeed, and free froin guile, She show'd that piety and age could finile. The church of Ifrael, and the house of prayer. Her spreading offspring of the fourth degree Her hopes all bright, her profpects all ferene, Each part of life fuftain'd with equal worth, And not a wifh left unfulfill'd on earth, Like a tir'd traveller with fleep oppreft, Within her children's arms fhe dropt to rest. |