English poem
To Mr. W—M C—R, on the Death of his Wife
by Aquila Rose
Amongst the Numbers, who thy Loss condole, And mourn with thee, by sympathy of Soul, I, not the least, in sorr'wing Verse, deplore Thy virtuous Consort, who is now no more.
Tho' seeming unconcern'd I walk'd along, And mix'd, unheeded, with the fun'ral Throng; The Thoughts on such a Subject pierc'd my Heart, That thou at once from such a Friend must part.
Forgive, R—a, my unskilful Verse, Thy Name revives a Sister's Death in Tears: I knew thy Worth: And Virtue hence shall be, In ev'ry Sketch, a lively Draught of thee: In thee united all the Joys of Life, And choice Endowments of a matchless Wife; Whate'er Perfection is thy Ser's Boast, Was known in thee, and by thy Death is lost. How shall the Muse dilate on such a Theme, Where Heav'n, by robbing us, deserts its Claim: A Resignation must the Loss requite; For what th' Eternal acts is always right.
Resign, my Friend, to Heav'n thy Right resign, She leaves the Mansions here for Realms divine.
No more, in Tears, ye dear Relations, mourn, Her Heav'n-born Soul must to its Home return.
More by Aquila Rose
- To AQUILA ROSE, on Lamenting, in Sickness, to his Friend, of being separated from his Friends and Companions…
- To his Companion at Sea
- To his Excellency Sir WILLIAM KEITH, Bart. on his Journey to Connestogoe, and Treaty with the Indians there
- To J—N C—DGE, Esq on his generous Entertainment of Sir William Keith, and his Company, at Conestogoe
- To Richard Hill, Esq
- To the Memory of his Sister, who died on his Birth-Day
- Written EXTEMPORE
- Wrote in 1720