Page:Poems of Anne Countess of Winchilsea 1903.djvu/192

This page has been validated.
54
The Poems of Anne
Next springs th' Hesperian Broom and last th' Assyrian Rose,Shall endlesse Rove nor tread the way he wentNo Thread to guide his steps, no Clue but ravish'd scent.But Oh! Alas! cou'd we this Prospect giveAnd make itt in true lights and shaddows live 70Ther's yett a Task att which 'twere vain to StriveHis Genius who th' original improv'dTo this degree that has our wonder mov'dToo great appears and awes the trembling handWhich can no Colours for that Draught com̄andNo syllables the most sublimely wroughtCan reach the loftier Immage of his thoughtWhose Judgment plac'd in a superior hightAll things surveys with comprehensive sightThen pittying us below stoops to inform us right 80In Words which such convincing Reasons bearWe silent wish that they engraven wereAnd grudge those Sounds to the dispersing air.Protect Him Heaven and long may He appearThe leading Star to his great Offspring hereTheir Treasury of Council and supportWho when att last he shall attend your CourtTo all his future Race the mark shall beTo stem the waves of Life's tempestuous SeaWho from abroad shall no Examples need 90Of men Recorded or who then ExceedTo urdge their Virtue and exalt their FameWhilest their own Weymouth stands their noblest Aime.But we Presume, and ne're must hope to traceHis Worth profound, his Daughters matchlesse GraceOr draw paternall Witt deriv'd into her FaceThough from his Presence and her Charms did growThe Joys Ardelia att Long-leat did know.
This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is available under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 unless otherwise noted. Additional terms may apply for the media files.