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Both to the rising and the falling Day;
But since fair Rosalind forsook the Plains,
Sweet Philomel no more renews her Strains;
With Sorrow dumb, She disregards her Lay,
Nor greets the rising nor the falling Day.
On the Death of a Friend 147
How shall I praise, how make thy Virtues known,
By every Tongue commended, by thy own? […]
All Autumn’s Riches in thy Spring were found,
And blooming Youth with hoary Wisdom crown’d;
Yet tho’ so fair the Flow’r of Life began,
It wither’d e’er it ripen’d into Man. …
Transcend ev’n after Death, ye Great, in Show,
Lend Pomp to Ashes, and be vain in Woe;
Hire Substitutes to mourn with formal Cries,
And bribe unwilling Drops from venal Eyes,
While here, Sincerity of Grief appears,
Silence that speaks, and Eloquence in Tears!
Unless the Soul, a Wound eternal bears,
Sighs are but Air, but common water, Tears.
The Proud, relentless weep in State, and show
Not Sorrow, but Magnificence of Woe. …
To Mr. E. Fenton 148
Free from the Lust of Wealth, and glittering Snares,
That make th’ unhappy Great in love with Cares,
Me humble Joys in calm Retirement please,
A silent Happiness, and learned Ease,.
Deny me Grandeur, Heav’n, but Goodness grant!
Superior to a Monarch is a Saint!
Hail, holy Virtue! come thou heav’nly Guest,
147 Broome, “On the Death of a Friend,” Poems, 57–60 (Wesley excerpts 58–59).
148 Broome, “An Epistle to My Friend Mr. Elijah Fenton,” Poems, 193–201 (Wesley excerpts 195–200).
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