LET me no longer Presse your gentle eies, Be'ing of themselues franke of religious teares: But stanch these streames with solace from the Skies Whence @3Hymen@1 deck'd in Saffron robes appeares. Let @3Henry@1 now rest in our memories, And let the @3Rest,@1 rest in our eies and eares. Now He hath had his Rites, Let Those have their adorning By whose bright beames our Night of mourning ha's a morning. And now (my Muse) unmasque thee: And see how A second Sonne in Henries place doth shine. See Fiue great Feastes all meete in one Day, now. Our @3Maker@1 keepes his Sabaoth most divine. Isis and Rhene are joyn'd in sacred vow; And faire Eliza's Fredericke's Valentine. The @3Court@1 in joy attires hir splendent brow: The @3Country shroues;@1 And all in mirth combine. Fiue-times be hallowed The Day wherein GOD rests, Saints triumph, Princes wed; and Court and Country feaste's. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REASONS FOR DRINKING by HENRY ALDRICH IN DISPRAISE OF THE MOON by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE A DIRGE FOR MCPHERSON; KILLED IN FRONT OF ATLANTA by HERMAN MELVILLE ON BUTLER'S MONUMENT [IN WESTMINSTER] by SAMUEL WESLEY IF THE POETS HAD FEARED THE ADVERTISERS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A MIGRANT THRUSH by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT |