O double facrilege on things divine,

To rob the relick, and deface the shrine!
But 7 thus Orinda dy'd:

Heaven, by the fame difeafe, did both tranflate;
As equal were their fouls, fo equal was their fate.
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Mean-time her warlike brother on the feas His waving ftreamers to the winds difplays, And vows for his return, with vain devotion, pays. Ah, generous youth, that with forbear,

The winds too foon will waft thee here!
Slack all thy fails, and fear to come,

Alas, thou know'ft not, thou art wreck'd at home!
No more fhalt thou behold thy fister's face,
Thou haft already had her last embrace.
But look aloft, and if thou ken'ft from far
Among the Pleiads a new-kindled ftar,
If any sparkles, than the reft more bright;
'Tis the that fhines in that propitious light.

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When in mid-air the golden trump fhall found,
To raise the nations under ground;
When in the valley of Jehofophat,

The judging God fhall close the book of fate;
And there the laft affizes keep,

For those who wake, and those who sleep:
When rattling bones together fly,

From the four corners of the fky;
When finews o'er the skeletons are spread,
Those cloth'd with flesh, and life inspires the dead;

7 But thus Orinda died. The matchlefs Orinda, Mrs. Katherine Philips, was author of a book of poems published in folio, and wrote feveral other things. She died alfo of the fmall-pox in 1664, being only thirty-two years of age.

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The facred poets first shall hear the found,
And foremost from the tomb fhall bound,
For they are cover'd with the lightest ground;
And ftraight, with in-born vigour, on the wing,
Like mounting larks, to the new morning fing.
There thou, fweet faint, before the quire fhall go,
As harbinger of heaven, the way to fhow,
The way which thou fo well haft learnt below,

Upon the DEATH of the

EARL of DUNDEE'.

H laft and beft of Scots! who didft maintain

Thy country's freedom from a foreign reign;
New people fill the land now thou art gone,
New gods the temples, and new kings the throne.
Scotland and thee did each in other live;
Nor would'st thou her, nor could the thee survive.
Farewel, who dying didst support the ftate,
And couldst not fall but with thy country's fate.

1 The earl of Dundee was a man of great valour and many virtues. Being firmly attached, though a proteftant, to the interest of his royal mafter James II. who had abdicated, and was now in Ireland, he affembled a large body of Highlanders, with whom he engaged the army of king William, commanded by general Mackay, at Gillicranky near Dunkeld, and intirely routed them. This victory might have been of very fatal confequences to the affair of the prince of Orange at that time, if the gallant earl had not been killed by a random fhot; in confequence of which his friends and adherents loft all the r firmness, and retiring before Mackay, who had rallied, could never again be formed into any formidable body. This action happened in 1689.

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