GOOD angels snatch'd him eagerly on high; Joyful they flew, and soaring through the sky, Teaching his new-fledg'd soul to fly; While we, alas! lamenting lie. He went musing all along, Composing new their heavenly song: Awhile his skilful notes loud hallelujahs drown'd; But soon they ceas'd their own, to catch his pleasing sound. David himself improv'd the harmony, David, in sacred story so renown'd No less for music, than for poetry! ... If human cares are lawful to the blest, Already settled in eternal rest, Needs must he wish, that Purcell only might Have liv'd to set what he vouchsaf'd to write. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROGRESS OF POESY; A PINDARIC ODE by THOMAS GRAY MARY'S LAMB by SARAH JOSEPHA BUELL HALE THE BATTLE OF CHARLESTON HARBOR by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING TO THE WARS by RICHARD LOVELACE THE LEPER (2) by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS ASPIRATIONS: 6 by MATHILDE BLIND |