The Convert. WHEN first I saw Lucinda's face, And viewed the dazzling glories there; Than that which nature planted here. Wondering whence such a form could spring Tell me, I cry'd, fair vision, tell The dread commands from Heav'n you bring. For if past sins may be forgiven ; MARY MONK. About 1715. Daughter of Robert, the first Viscount Molesworth, who, after her death, published her poems in one volume, called Marinda, 1716, and dedicated them to the Princess, afterwards Queen Caroline. An Elegie on a Favourite Dog. TO HER FATHER. WHO can forbid the Muses tears to flow? On such a subject to indulge her woe? That bright celestial dog that decks the skies, And all the virtues by which men renowned To heavenly seats have climb'd, in dogs are found. None dare in glorious dangers farther go, None are more watchful to repel the foe Can any then, your grateful labours blame, How dear he lived, and how bewail'd he fell. Press gently on him earth, and all around Ye flowers spring up, and deck th' enamell'd ground; Breathe forth your choicest odours, and perfume With all your fragrant sweets his little tomb. To her Husband. Written on her death bed. THOU who dost all my worldly thoughts employ, He promises a lasting rest from pain, And shows that all life's pleasing dreams are vain; The eternal joys of heaven he sets in view, And tells me that no other joys are true. But love, fond love, would fain resist his power, And die, as I have lived, your faithful wife. CHARLES MONTAGUE, EARL OF HALIFAX. Horton, Northamptonshire, 1661-1715. The Macenas of his age. From the Man of Honour. Occasioned by a Postscript of Penn's Letter. * LET other nations boast their fruitful soil, |