BEHOLD her ancestors (a pious race), Rang'd in fair order, at her sight rejoice, And sing her welcome. She along their seats Gliding salutes them all with honours due, Such as are paid in Heaven: and last she finds A mansion fashion'd of distinguish'd light, But vacant; "This," with sure presage she cries, "Awaits my father; when will he arrive? How long, alas, how long!" Then calls her mate: "Die, thou dear partner of my mortal cares, Die, and partake my bliss; we are for ever one." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISIONS: 4. A ROSE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) A LILLIPUTIAN ODE ON THEIR MAJESTIES' ACCESSION by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) LONE DOG by IRENE RUTHERFORD MCLEOD HIS EXCELLENCY GENERAL WASHINGTON by PHILLIS WHEATLEY |