UNsluce your Tears for Shame: what can you keep
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Your Eyes within their Sockets, and not Weep?
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Have we a Jewel lost, more worth by far
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Than Affrica and both the Indies are?
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And can you stop the Currant of your Tears,
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And not Beflood yourselves o're Head and Ears?
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O Fie! fall down before his holy Shrine,
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And Weep as fast as ever it did Raine,
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Stamp, and with Tears inundate all your Cheeks,
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And split his very Marble-stone with Streeks;
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For we have lost that lovely Silver Dove,
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Which was a Pledge of God Almighty's Love:
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'Tis Flown away; and left its Corporal Arke,
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(Until the Resurrecton) in the Dark:
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Our splended Sun is Set, and gone away,
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And ne'er will Rise again till Judgment Day:
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The Meekest, Sweetest, and the Best of Kings,
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Is mounted on a pair of Angels Wings;
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And by a Summon sent from God) is gone
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To set upon the Everlasting Throne:
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O! that I might (if it but Lawful were)
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Whisper with Reverence at his Sacred Eare,
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And ask if he in earnest had his Breath
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Stop'd by the Handkerchief of Sawcy Death;
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I can't believe it was; sure 'tis a Lye.
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The Elect shall only Changed be, not Die:
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And he I'm confident was one of those
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Who being almost free from Sin was Chose:
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And so he did not Die as some Report,
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But went a Live to the Coelestial Court;
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There to recieve (stead of a fading Crown)
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One that I'm sure will never Tumble Down.
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Therefore (when we perpend his Happiness,
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If we do Mourn) we ought to Mourn the less:
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For (tho fond Nature bids us Weep a while,
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When we consider that) we ought to Smile.
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Truly (to Mourn no more) I hold it Best;
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Come draw his Curtains close, and let him Rest:
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Tho he is gone, yet he has left in's stead
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The Bravest Prince that ever wore a Head:
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Long may he Live to wear the Crown and Flourish,
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Till all his Enemies Fret, Pine and Perish.
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