Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts
On the DEATH of my Dear Friend and Play-fellow, Mrs E. D. having Dream'd the night before I heard thereof, that I had lost a Pearl.
I Dream'd I lost a Pearl, and so it prov'd;
I lost a Friend much above Pearls belov'd:
A Pearl perhaps adorns some outward part,
But Friendship decks each corner of the heart:
Friendship's a Gem, whose Lustre do's out-shine
All that's below the heav'nly Crystaline:
Friendship is that mysterious thing alone,
Which can unite, and make two Hearts but one;
It purifies our Love, and makes it flow
I'th' clearest stream that's found in Love below;
It sublimates the Soul, and makes it move
Towards Perfection and Celestial Love.
We had no by-designs, nor hop'd to get
Each by the other place amongst the great;
Nor Riches hop'd, nor Poverty we fear'd,
'Twas Innocence in both, which both rever'd:
Page 19Witness this truth the Wilsthorp-Fields, where we
So oft enjoyd a harmless Luxurie;
Where we indulg'd our easie Appetites,
With Pocket-Apples, Plumbs, and such delights.
Then we contriv'd to spend the rest o'th' day,
In making Chaplets, or at Check-stone play;
When weary, we our selves supinely laid
On Beds of Vi'lets under some cool shade,
VVhere th' Sun in vain strove to dart through his Raȳs•
Whilst Birds around us chanted forth their Lays;
Ev'n those we had bereaved of their young,
VVould greet us with a Querimonious Song.
Stay here, my Muse, and of these let us learn,
The loss of our deceased Friend to Mourn:
Learn did I say? alas, that cannot be,
We can teach Clouds to weep, and Winds to sigh at Sea,
Teach Brooks to murmur, Rivers too re-flow,
VVe can add Solitude to Shades of Yeaugh.
VVere Turtles to be witness of our moan,
They'd in compassion quite forget their own:
Nor shall hereafter Heraclitus be,
Fam'd for his Tears, but to my Muse and Me;
Fate shall give all that Fame can comprehend,
Ah poor repair for th' loss of such a Friend.