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ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF
MRS. CATHARINE THOMSON,
Had ripened thy just soul to dwell with God,
Of death, called life; which us from life doth sever.
Stayed not behind, nor in the grave were trod;
Followed thee up to joy and bliss for ever.
Thy hand-maids, clad them o'er with purple beams 10
And azure-wings, that up they flew so drest,
Before the Judge; who thenceforth bid thee rest,
TO THE LORD GENERAL FAIRFAX.
Filling each mouth with envy or with praise,
And rumours loud, that daunt remotest kings;
Victory home, though new rebellions raise
Her broken league to imp their serpent wings.
(For what can war, but endless war still breed ?)
Till truth and right from violence be freed,
Of public fraud. In vain doth Valour bleed,
TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL. CROMWELL! our chief of men, who through a clou
Not of war only, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,
To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed,
Hast reared God's trophies, and his work pursued;
And Dunbar field resounds thy praises loud,
To conquer still; Peace hath her victories
No less renowned than War: new foes arise
Help us to save free conscience from the paw
TO SIR HENRY VANE, THE YOUNGER.
VANE! young in years, but in sage counsel old,
Than whom a better senator ne'er held
The fierce Epirot and the African bold, -
The drift of hollow states hard to be spelled;
Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold,
Both spiritual power and civil, what each means,
What severs each, thou hast learned, which few have done: The bounds of either sword to thee we owe:
Therefore on thy firm hand Religion leans
ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEMONT.
AVENGE, O Lord! thy slaughtered saints, whose bones
Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold;