Elegy: by Mr. Talbot. Occasioned by Reading and Transcribing Mr. Waller's "Poem of Divine Love" After His…

Such were the last, the sweetest, notes that hung Upon our dying swan's melodious tongue; Notes, whose strong charms the dullest ear might move, And melt the hardest heart in flames of love; Notes, whose seraphic raptures speak a mind From human thoughts and earthly dross refin'd; So just their harmony, so high their flight, With joy I read them, and with wonder write.

Sure, happy Saint, this noble song was given To fit thee for th' approaching joys of Heaven: Love, wondrous love, whose conquest was thy theme, Has taught thy soul the airy way to climb: Love snatch'd thee, like Elijah, to the sky, In flames that not consume, but purify: There, with thy fellow-angels mix'd, and free From the dull load of dim mortality, Thou feel'st new joys, and feed'st thy ravish'd sight, With unexhausted beams of love and light: And sure, bless'd spirit, to compleat thy bliss, In Heaven thou sing'st this song, or one like this.