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<NAME>TCP Staff (Michigan)</NAME>
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<P>A POEM, Occa&s;ion'd by the DEATH OF HER Late MAJESTY OF Ever Happy and Sacred Memory.</P>
<P><HI>By a Private Hand.</HI></P>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for, and &s;old by <HI>J. Whitlock</HI> near <HI>Stationers</HI>-Hall. 1695.</P>
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<HEAD>A POEM, Occa&s;ion'd by the Death of Her late Maje&s;ty, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HEAD>
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<L>REtir'd within my &s;elf, thus long to mourn,</L>
<L>De&s;pairing of my former Joy's return;</L>
<L>Confin'd to mournfull melancholly Thought,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Cau&s;e, exce&s;s of Grief alone has wrought,</L>
<L>No Remedy to mitigate my Woe.</L>
<L>Be&s;ides what Tears and deepe&s;t Sighs allow:</L>
<L>Faign I from Words wou'd &s;eek for &s;ome Relief,</L>
<L>De&s;iring thence no Cure, but Ea&s;e from Grief:</L>
<L>But oh! the Subject now becomes too great,</L>
<L>For Sighs and Tears to &s;how, or Words repeat.</L>
<L>This fatal Truth does <HI>Albion</HI> now confe&s;s,</L>
<L>And knows not how Her Sorrows to expre&s;s;</L>
<L>But for Heav'ns promi&s;e which prevents my Fears,</L>
<L>I &s;hou'd expect a &s;econd Flood by Tears.</L>
<L>Time, which has ever yet been found to be,</L>
<L>Again&s;t &s;uch Ills a Sovereign Remedy,</L>
<L>Will u&s;ele&s;s now, and ineffectual prove,</L>
<L>And mu&s;t our &s;elves, if it our Grief remove:</L>
<L>For all till Death, mu&s;t this great Lo&s;s deplore,</L>
<L>When Time it &s;elf with us can be no more.</L>
<L>For ever Sacred be Her Memory;</L>
<L>From &s;wift-pac'd Time's de&s;tructive Power free,</L>
<L>'Till &s;wallow'd with it in Eternity.</L>
<L>What Ble&s;&s;ings did we promi&s;e to our I&s;le?</L>
<L>What blooming Hopes did adver&s;e Fate beguile?</L>
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<L>The faire&s;t Flow'r is cropt and &s;natcht form View,</L>
<L>That e're in Nature's well-&s;tor'd Garden grew.</L>
<L>Since that the Word was Fle&s;h; &s;ure Heav'n ne're joyn'd</L>
<L>Such lovely Form, with &s;o divine a Mind.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e ill Examples which in Courts abound,</L>
<L>(Where Vice in all alluring Shapes is found;)</L>
<L>Caus'd on Her well fix'd Vertues no Re&s;traint;</L>
<L>Like Mercy kind, and Pious as a Saint.</L>
<L>Ne're were in one &s;o many Grace &s;een;</L>
<L>Meek, tho' &s;o Great, and Humble, tho' a Queen.</L>
<L>Vice in a Torrent long o're-flow'd the Land,</L>
<L>Which She alone was able to with&s;tand:</L>
<L>Nor onely &s;o, but &s;temm'd th' increa&s;ing Flood,</L>
<L>And &s;how'd the Excellence of being Good.</L>
<L>This She dur&s;t do, and do at &s;uch a Time,</L>
<L>When Vice was hugg'd, and Vertue thought a Crime.</L>
<L>Vertue felt an Eclip&s;e till She appear'd;</L>
<L>And &s;carce more than the Name was known or heard.</L>
<L>What Vertues &s;catter'd through the Sex appear</L>
<L>In Her, a glorious Con&s;tellation were.</L>
<L>We now (&s;ince She from Care below's releas'd)</L>
<L>May truly &s;ay, That Miracles are ceas'd.</L>
<L>But &s;ay, Oh! Whither, whither is She fled?</L>
<L>Methinks I hear Grief whi&s;per, She is Dead.</L>
<L>Oh! never &s;ay She's dead, can &s;uch Worth be</L>
<L>Like us, &s;ubjected to Mortality?</L>
<L>Say rather, On an Emba&s;&s;y She's gone,</L>
<L>(As none &s;o fit) to the Caele&s;tial Throne,</L>
<L>(As whil&s;t on Earth we were Her chiefe&s;t Care,</L>
<L>So now) to fix a firm Alliance there.</L>
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