Stand here display'd, and to the stranger show The stranger fed his gazing powers awhile, Now, fair Urania, leave the doleful strain; Raphael commands: assume thy joys again: In everlasting numbers sing, and say, "Gunston has mov'd his dwelling to the realms of day; Gunston the friend lives still: and give thy groans away." AN ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF THE REV. THOMAS GOUGE, Who died January 8, 1700. YE virgin souls, whose sweet complaint t Array'd in beauty and in woe; Awake, ye virgin souls, to mourn, And with your tuneful sorrows dress a prophet's urn. But imitate such charming grief, * A divine of great reputation in his time. He held the living of St. Sepulchre's, London, during many years, but resigued it on the passing of the Act of Uniformity. + Psalm cxxxvii. Lament. i. 2, 3. I'd teach the seas, and teach the skies, Rocks shall have eyes, and stones have ears, Heav'n was impatient of our crimes, And sent his minister of death To scourge the bold rebellion of the times, He came, commission'd, for the fates Then took a dismal aim, and brought great Gouge to dust. Great Gouge to dust! how doleful is the sound! How vast the stroke is, and how wide the wound! A wound unmeasurably wide! No vulgar mortal died When he resign'd his breath. The muse that mourns a nation's fall Should wait at Gouge's funeral; Should mingle majesty and groans, Such as she sings to sinking thrones, And, in deep sounding numbers, tell How Sion trembled when this pillar fell. The reverend man let all things mourn: And order'd to be born. His soul was of th' angelic frame, The same ingredients, and the mould the same, He was all formed of heavenly things. Mortals, believe what my Urania sings, For she has seen him rise upon his flamy wings. Up through the ocean of the sky, Toward the celestial coast! With what amazing swiftness soar, Till earth's dark ball was seen no more, And all its mountains lost! Scarce could the muse pursue him with her sight; But, angels, you can tell, For oft you meet his wondrous flight, And knew the stranger well; Say, how he past the radiant spheres, And visited your happy seats, And traced the well-known turnings of the golden streets, And walk'd among the stars. Tell how he climb'd the everlasting hills, Surveying all the realms above, Borne on a strong-wing'd faith, and on the fiery wheels "Twas there he took a glorious sight To learn th' unutterable name, The new creation's frame. The countenance of God he saw, Full of mercy, full of awe, The glories of his power, and glories of his grace. Of those celestial sacred things, The peaceful gospel and the fiery law, That face did all his gazing powers employ, With most profound abasement and exalted joy: He stood adoring by ; The volumes open'd to his eye; And sweet intelligence he held Ye seraphs that surround the throne, Tell how his name was through the palace known, And bold blasphemers shrink and fear; * Where the old blasphemers dwell, To taint the purest dust, and blot the whitest fame! Till slander die with you. "We saw him, (said th' ethereal throng,) We saw his warm devotions rise, We heard the fervour of his cries, And mix'd his praises with our song: We knew the secret flights of his retiring hours: Nightly he wak'd his inward powers; Young Israel rose to wrestle with his God, And with unconquer'd force scal'd the celestial towers, To reach the blessing down for those that sought his blood. Though he was so great and good a man, he did not escape censure. Oft we held the Thunderer's hand Draw the past scenes of thy delight, My muse, and bring the holy man to sight, With pious crowds, while from his tongue A stream of harmony ran soft along, Softly it ran its silver way, Till warm devotion rais'd the current strong; Life, love, and glory, grace and joy, Divinely roll'd promiscuous on the torrent flood, And bore our raptur'd sense away, and thoughts and souls. to God. O might we dwell for ever there! No more return to breathe this grosser air, But heavenly scenes soon leave the sight Passions of terror and delight Demand alternate sway. Behold the man whose awful voice Could well proclaim the fiery law, Kindle the flames that Moses saw, And swell the trumpet's warlike noise. He stands the herald of the threatening skies: Lo, on his reverend brow the frowns divinely rise, All Sinai's thunder on his tongue and lightning in his eyes. Round the high roof the curses flew, Distinguishing each guilty head, Far from th' unequal war the atheist fled, |