Poems, &c. written upon several occasions, and to several persons by Edmond Waller.
Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.

To my Lord Admiral of his late Sickness and Recovery,

WIth joy like ours, the Thracian youth invades
Orpheus returning from th' Elizian shades,
Embrace the Hero, and his stay emplore,
Make it their publick suit, he would no more
Desert them so, and for his Spouses sake,
His vanisht Love, tempt the Lethean Lake:
The Ladies too, the brightest of that time,
Ambitious all his lofty bed to clime,
Their doubtful hopes with expectation feed,
Who shall the fair Euridice succeed▪
Page  112Euridice, for whom his num'rous moan
Makes listning Trees, and salvage Mountains groan:
Through all the Air his sounding strings dilate
Sorrow, like that which touch'd our hearts of late
Your piing sickness, and your restless pain,
At once the Land affecting, and the Main:
When the glad news that you were Admiral,
Scarce through the Nation, spread,'twas fear'd by all,
That our Great Charles, whose wisdom shines in you,
Would be perplexed how to chuse a new.
So more than private was the joy and grief,
That at the worst, it gave our souls relief:
That in our age such sense of virtue liv'd,
They joy'd so justly, and so justly griev'd.
Nature, (her fairest lights eclipsed,) seems
Her self to suffer in those sharp extremes:
While not from thine alone thy blood retires,
But from those cheeks which all the world admires▪
Page  113 The stemm thus threatned, and the sap in thee,
Droop all the branches of that noble Tree:
Their Beauty they, and we our Loves suspend,
Nought can our wishes, save thy health intend▪
As Lillies overcharg'd with Rain they bend
Their beauteous heads, & with high Heaven contend;
Fold thee within their snowy Army, and cry
He is too faultless and too young to die:
So like immortals round about thee they
Si, that they fright approaching death away:
Who would not languish by so fair a train,
To be lamented and restor'd again?
Or thus with-held, what hasty soul would go,
Though to be blest? o're her Adonis so
Fair Venus mourn'd, and with the precious showr
Of her warm tears cherisht the springing Flow'r.
The next support fair hope of your great name,
And second pillar of that Noble frame,
Page  114 By loss of thee would no advantage have,
But step by step pursues thee to the grave.
And now relentless fate, about to end
The line which back ward does so far extend,
That antick stock which still the world supplies
With bravest Spirits, and with brightest Eyes,
Kind Phoebus interposing, bid me say
Such storms no more shall shake that house, but they
Like Neptune, and his Sea-born Neece, shall be
The shining Glories of the Land and Sea:
With Courage guard, and Beauty warm our age,
And Lovers fill, with like Poetick rage.