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MR. JOHN HUGHES,

ON HIS POEM ENTITLED,

THE TRIUMPH OF PEACE.

INSPIR'D by what melodious HUGHES has fung,
I'll tune a lyre that long has lain unftrung:
Awak'd from drowfy floth, and foothing reft,
Poetic tranfports fire my ravish'd breast!
What pleasure must retiring DRYDEN find,
To fee that art his skilful Muse refin'd,
So much improv❜d by those he leaves behind!
So when a father fees a careful fon

Enlarge those coffers, which were first his own,
With joy to heaven he lifts his aged eyes,
Bleffes his profperous heir, and calmly dies.

May all your fortune, like your numbers, fhine,
And smoothly flow, without one rugged line!
Till we confefs the genius is the fame,
That guides your fortune, and poetic flame.
So when of old fome sportive amorous god
Vouchfaf'd awhile to leave his bleft abode,
In whatfoever form the guest appear'd,
His heavenly luftre fhone, and was rever'd.

Catherine-Hall,
Cambridge.

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W. WORTS.
February, 1697.

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то THE

MEMORY OF

MR.

HUGHES.

BY MISS JUDITH COWPER. *

ROUND HUGHES's humble, though distinguish'd

urn,

The Muses, wreath'd with baleful cypress, mourn;
In every face a deep distress appears,

Each eye o'erflows with tributary tears:

Such was the scene, when, by the gods requir'd,
Majestic Homer from the world retir'd:

Such grief the Nine o'er Maro's tomb bestow'd;
And tears like thefe for Addison late flow'd.

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Snatch'd from the earth, above its trifling praife, Thee, HUGHES, to happier climes thy fate conveys; 10 Eas'd of its load, thy gentle spirit roves

Through realms refulgent, and celeftial groves;
The toils of life, the pangs of death are o'er,
And care, and pain, and sickness, are no more.
O may the spot that holds thy bleft remains
(The nobleft spoil earth's spacious breast contains)
Its tribute pay; may richeft flowers around
Spring lightly forth, and mark the facred ground;
There may thy bays its fhady honours spread,
And o'er thy urn eternal odours fhed;

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* Daughter of Judge Cowper, afterwards married to Col. Martin Madan, author of the Progrefs of Poetry, &c. and ftill living, an ornament to her sex and age. Another of her compofitions is prefixed to the Poems of Mr. Pope. N.

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