"A World in Purchase for a Friend is Gain." 575 580 He drank long Health, and Virtue to his Friend; For Twenty Summers rip'ning by my side; 585 As Crystal clear; and fmiling, as they rife! 550 595 Think'st thou the Theme intoxicates my Song? And I too warm?-Too warm I cannot be. I lov'd him much; but now I love him more. Like Birds, whofe Beauties languish, half conceal'd, Till, mounted on the Wing, their gloffy Plumes 600 Expanded fhine with Azure, Green, and Gold; How Bleffings brighten as they take their Flight! His Flight PHILANDER took; his Upward Flight, If ever Soul afcended. Had he dropt, 605 What Friends might flatter; prudent Foes forbear; (That Eagle Genius!) O had he let fall One Feather as he flew! I, then had wrote, Rivals fcarce damn; and ZOLIUS reprieve. Yet what I can, I muft; It were profane To quench a Glory lighted at the skies, And caft in Shadows his illuftrious Clofe. 610 Strange! the Theme most affecting, most sublime, And yet it fleeps, by genius unawak'd, 615 Man's higheft Triumph! Man's profoundest Fall! The Death-Bed of the juft! is yet undrawn By mortal Hand: It merits a Divine : Angels fhould paint it, Angels ever There ; 620 Dare I prefume, then? But PHILANDER bids; And Glory tempts, and Inclination calls Yet am I ftruck; as ftruck the Soul, beneath Aëreal Groves' impenetrable Gloom; Or, in fome mighty Ruin's folemn Shade; 625 Or, gazing by pale Lamps on high-born Duft, In vaults; thin Courts of poor unflatter'd Kings! Or, at the Midnight Altar's hailow'd Flame. It is Religion to proceed: I pause And enter, aw'd, the Temple of my Theme. 630 It is Death-bed? No: It is his Shrine: Behold him, there, juft rifing to a God. The Chamber where the Good Man meets his Fate, Is privileg'd beyond the common Walk Of virtuous Life, quite in the Verge of Heav'n 635 640 You fee the Man; you fee his Hold on Heav'n; 645 Virtue alone has Majefty in Death; 650 655 And greater ftill, the more the Tyrant frowns. PHILANDER! he feverely frown'd on thee. "No warning giv'n! Unceremonious Fate! "A fudden Ruth from Life's meridian Joys! "A Wrench from all we love! from all we are! "A restless Bed of Pain! a Plunge opaque Beyond Conjecture! Feeble Nature's Dread! "Strong Reafon's Shudder at the dark Unknown! 660 "A "A Sun extinguish'd! a juft opening Grave! "And Oh! the laft, laft; what? (can Word exprefs? "Thought reach ?) the laft, laft-Silence of a Friend" Where are those Horrors, that Amazement, where, This hideous Group of Ills, which fingly fhock, 665 Demand from Man?-I thought him Man till now. Thro' Nature's Wreck, thro' vanquifh'd Agonies, (Like the Stars struggling thro' this Midnight Gloom) What Gleams of Jey? what more than Human Peace? Where, the frail Mortal? the poor abject Worm? 670 ̧ No, not in Death, the Mortal to be found. His Conduct is a Legacy for All. 675 Richer than Mammon's for his fingle Heir. 680. 685 As fome tall Tow'r or lofty Mountain's Brow, Destruction gild, and crown him for the Skies, 690 695 NIGHT. D 3 NIGHT the THIRD. NARCISSA. Humbly Infcribed to her GRACE The DUCHESS of P Ignofcenda quidem, fcirent-fi ignofcere Manes. VIRGIL. FROM Dreams, where Thought in Fancy's Maze runs mad, To Reason, that Heav'n-lighted Lamp in Man, Punctual as Lovers to the Moment sworn, O Loft to Virtue, Loft to manly Thought, 5 10 Communion fweet; Communion large and high! 15 20 Where |