Poems on several occasions. Humbly dedicated to the right honourable the Marchioness of Tavestock. By the author.
Walwyn, Herbert.
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Reflecting on the Time of the Queens Death.
A Dismal Autumn 'twas,
When Ominous Nature stript for thee
Her self of every Gaiety,
The Trees fell Sick, and every Flower,
Dismay'd at the approaching Hour,
Grew pale, and seem'd to say,
If the Quick Essence of Britannia
Retire, we must by Consequence decay.
And Lo the Heavens resent our Case,
And blurr with Sable Clouds their Face,
And down their sightless Eyes the Tears distil apace:
Page 27 Wisely ye Heavens ye shut your Eyes,
There's nought on Earth deserves your sight,
Our Glory is extinguish'd quite,
Since to your selves you have snatch'd our only Prize.
