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<DATE>2014-08-12</DATE>
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<NAME>TCP Staff (Michigan)</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B140638.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<BIBNO T="oclc">[ocm]15020525</BIBNO>
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<HEAD>A POEM UPON THE DEATH OF THE QUEEN.</HEAD>
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<L>WHEN our admired Queen <HI>Mary</HI> dies,</L>
<L>What Pen can write Her Ob&s;equies?</L>
<L>Snatch me a Quill from Angels Wing,</L>
<L>I'll tune my Voice to a doleful String:</L>
<L><HI>Malpomeny</HI> &s;hall guide my Hand,</L>
<L>And all the <HI>Mu&s;es</HI> round me &s;tand.</L>
<L>You nere were needed &s;o before,</L>
<L>Your Aid, your Aid I now implore;</L>
<L>Stand near me all the Graces too,</L>
<L>I would a Eigure make of you.</L>
<L>Queen <HI>Mary</HI>'s Mind to repre&s;ent,</L>
<L>I'll joyn you all with pure Cement.</L>
<L>Yet this pure Dye or <HI>Tyrian</HI> Paint</L>
<L>Will make a Colour far too faint,</L>
<L>To Paint Her Body or Her Mind,</L>
<L>I mu&s;t have what is mo&s;t refin'd.</L>
<L>Old Celebrated Poets Graces</L>
<L>Had no &s;uch Mind, had no &s;uch Faces.</L>
<L>Such Maje&s;ty &s;at on Her Brow,</L>
<L>She made the &s;tubborn Sex to bow.</L>
<L>All but Her Conqu'ring <HI>William</HI> She</L>
<L>Did make to bow and bend the Knee.</L>
<L>Such comely &s;weetne&s;s in Her Smile,</L>
<L>But &s;tay my <HI>Mu&s;e,</HI> and re&s;t a while,</L>
<L>To Sigh and Mourn, to Weep and be</L>
<L>Like &s;ilent weeping <HI>Niobe.</HI></L>
<L>This Angel now is from us fled,</L>
<L>The Con&s;equences mo&s;t Men dread.</L>
<L>Propitious Heaven on us Smile,</L>
<L>And Frown no more on this &s;ad I&s;le.</L>
<L>I mu&s;t return, the Subject's great,</L>
<L>My <HI>Mu&s;e</HI> would fain &s;ound a Retreat.</L>
<L>Oh, how can I define a Soul?</L>
<L>If &s;wiftly flies from Pole to Pole:</L>
<L>Takes all the various Figure in</L>
<L>That are throughout this World of &s;in,</L>
<L>And in the curious Brain they dwell;</L>
<L>Have each a Room, have each a Cell.</L>
<L>But Her Great <HI>Soul</HI> mounted much higher,</L>
<L>Beyond the Earth, beyond the Fire.</L>
<L>There She did fix, there &s;he did find</L>
<L>Objects that &s;uited be&s;t her Mind.</L>
<L>With Angels and Arch-Angels She</L>
<L>Did joyn in Love and Harmony.</L>
<L>She oft before to Heaven was fled,</L>
<L>But now we &s;adly mourn She's dead:</L>
<L>She will no more to us return,</L>
<L>She how the <HI>Stars</HI> like Torches burn,</L>
<L>And &s;trive to light her all they way;</L>
<L>But that the <HI>Sun</HI> more bright than they,</L>
<L>Conveighs her out of Mortals &s;ight,</L>
<L>Mingling Her Beams with his own Light.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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