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That Providence which had so long the care	A
Of Cromwell's head and numbred ev'ry hair	A
Now in its self the Glass where all appears	B
Had seen the period of his golden Years	B
And thenceforth onely did attend to trace	C
What death might least so sair a Life deface	C
The People which what most they fear esteem	D
Death when more horrid so more noble deem	D
And blame the last Act like Spectators vain	E
Unless the Prince whom they applaud be slain	E
Nor Fate indeed can well refuse that right	F
To those that liv'd in War to dye in Fight	F
But long his Valour none had left that could	G
Indanger him or Clemency that would	G
And he whom Nature all for Peace had made	H
But angry Heaven unto War had sway'd	H
And so less useful where he most desir'd	I
For what he least affected was admir'd	I
Deserved yet an End whose ev'ry part	J
Should speak the wondrous softness of his Heart	J
To Love and Grief the fatal Writ was sign'd	K
Those nobler weaknesses of humane Mind	K
From which those Powers that issu'd the Decree	L
Although immortal found they were not free	L
That they to whom his Breast still open lyes	C
In gentle Passions should his Death disguise	C
And leave succeeding Ages cause to mourn	M
As long as Grief shall weep or Love shall burn	N
Streight does a slow and languishing Disease	C
Eliza Natures and his darling seize	C
Her when an infant taken with her Charms	C
He oft would flourish in his mighty Arms	C
And lest their force the tender burthen wrong	O
Slacken the vigour of his Muscles strong	O
Then to the Mothers brest her softly move	P
Which while she drain'd of Milk she fill'd with Love	Q
But as with riper Years her Virtue grew	R
And ev'ry minute adds a Lustre new	R
When with meridian height her Beauty shin'd	K
And thorough that sparkled her fairer Mind	K
When She with Smiles serene and Words discreet	S
His hidden Soul at ev'ry turn could meet	S
Then might y' ha' daily his Affection spy'd	S
Doubling that knot which Destiny had ty'd	S
While they by sence not knowing comprehend	S
How on each other both their Fates depend	S
With her each day the pleasing Hours he shares	C
And at her Aspect calms her growing Cares	C
Or with a Grandsire's joy her Children sees	C
Hanging about her neck or at his knees	C
Hold fast dear Infants hold them both or none	T
This will not stay when once the other's gone	U
A silent fire now wasts those Limbs of Wax	C
And him with his tortur'd Image racks	C
So the Flowr with'ring which the Garden crown'd	S
The sad Root pines in secret under ground	S
Each Groan he doubled and each Sigh he sigh'd	S
Repeated over to the restless Night	S
No trembling String compos'd to numbers new	R
Answers the touch in Notes more sad more true	R
She lest He grieve hides what She can her pains	C
And He to lessen hers his Sorrow feigns	C
Yet both perceiv'd yet both conceal'd their Skills	C
And so diminishing increast their ills	C
That whether by each others grief they fell	V
Or on their own redoubled none can tell	V
And now Eliza's purple Locks were shorn	M
Where she so long her Fathers fate had worn	M
And frequent lightning to her Soul that flyes	C
Devides the Air and opens all the Skyes	C
And now his Life suspended by her breath	W
Ran out impetuously to hasting Death	W
Like polish'd Mirrours so his steely Brest	S
Had ev'ry figure of her woes exprest	S
And with the damp of her last Gasps obscur'd	S
Had drawn such staines as were not to be cur'd	S
Fate could not either reach with single stroke	X
But the dear Image fled the Mirrour broke	X
Who now shall tell us more of mournful Swans	C
Of Halcyons kind or bleeding Pelicans	C
No downy breast did ere so gently beat	S
Or fan with airy plumes so soft an heat	S
For he no duty by his height excus'd	S
Nor though a Prince to be a Man refus'd	S
But rather then in his Eliza's pain	E
Not love not grieve would neither live nor reign	E
And in himself so oft immortal try'd	S
Yet in compassion of another dy'd	S
So have I seen a Vine whose lasting Age	Y
Of many a Winter hath surviv'd the rage	Y
Under whose shady tent Men ev'ry year	Z
At its rich bloods expence their Sorrows chear	Z
If some dear branch where it extends its life	A2
Chance to be prun'd by an untimely knife	A2
The Parent Tree unto the Grief succeeds	C
And through the Wound its vital humour bleeds	C
Trickling in watry drops whose flowing shape	B2
Weeps that it falls ere fix'd into a Grape	B2
So the dry Stock no more that spreading Vine	C2
Frustrates the Autumn and the hopes of Wine	C2
A secret Cause does sure those Signs ordain	E
Fore boding Princes falls and seldom vain	E
Whether some Kinder Pow'rs that wish us well	V
What they above cannot prevent foretell	V
Or the great World do by consent presage	D2
As hollow Seas with future Tempests rage	Y
Or rather Heav'n which us so long fore sees	C
Their fun'rals celebrate while it decrees	C
But never yet was any humane Fate	S
By nature solemniz'd with so much state	S
He unconcern'd the dreadful passage crost	S
But oh what pangs that Death did Nature cost	S
First the great Thunder was shot off and sent	S
The Signal from the starry Battlement	S
The Winds receive it and its force out do	S
As practising how they could thunder too	S
Out of the Binders Hand the Sheaves they tore	Z
And thrash'd the Harvest in the airy floore	Z
Or of huge Trees whose growth with his did rise	C
The deep foundations open'd to the Skyes	C
Then heavy Showres the winged Tempests dead	S
And pour the Deluge ore the Chaos head	S
The Race of warlike Horses at his Tomb	E2
Offer themselves in many an Hecatomb	E2
With pensive head towards the ground they fall	F2
And helpless languish at the tainted Stall	F2
Numbers of Men decrease with pains unknown	G2
And hasten not to see his Death their own	G2
Such Tortures all the Elements unfix'd	S
Troubled to part where so exactly mix'd	S
And as through Air his wasting Spirits flow'd	S
The Universe labour'd beneath their load	S
Nature it seem'd with him would Nature vye	H2
He with Eliza It with him would dye	H2
He without noise still travell'd to his End	S
As silent Suns to meet the Night descend	S
The Stars that for him fought had only pow'r	Z
Left to determine now his fatal Hour	Z
Which since they might not hinder yet they cast	S
To chuse it worthy of his Glories past	S
No part of time but bore his mark away	I2
Of honour all the Year was Cromwell's day	I2
But this of all the most auspicious found	S
Twice had in open field him Victor crown'd	S
When up the armed Mountains of Dunbar	Z
He march'd and through deep Severn ending war	Z
What day should him eternize but the same	E2
That had before immortaliz'd his Name	E2
That so who ere would at his Death have joy'd	S
In their own Griefs might find themselves imploy'd	S
But those that sadly his departure griev'd	S
Yet joy'd remembring what he once atcheiv'd	S
And the last minute his victorious Ghost	S
Gave chase to Ligny on the Belgick Coast	S
Here ended all his mortal toyles He lay'd	S
And slept in Peace under the Lawrel Shade	S
O Cromwell Heavens Favourite To none	T
Have such high honours from above been shown	G2
For whom the Elements we Mourners see	C
And Heav'n it self would the great Herald be	C
Which with more Care set forth his Obsequies	C
Then those of Moses hid from humane Eyes	C
As jealous only here lest all be less	C
That we could to his Memory express	C
Then let us to our course of Mourning keep	J2
Where Heaven leads 'tis Piety to weep	J2
Stand back ye Seas and shrunk beneath the vail	K2
Of your Abysse with cover'd Head bewail	K2
Your Monarch We demand not your supplies	C
To compass in our Isle our Tears suffice	C
Since him away the dismal Tempest rent	S
Who once more joyn'd us to the Continent	S
Who planted England on the Flandrick shoar	Z
And stretch'd our frontire to the Indian Ore	Z
Whose greater Truths obscure the Fables old	S
Whether of British Saints or Worthy's told	S
And in a valour less'ning Arthur's deeds	C
For Holyness the Confessor exceeds	C
He first put Armes into Religions hand	S
And tim'rous Conscience unto Courage man'd	S
The Souldier taught that inw	G2

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