THOMAS TRAHERNE
The ring enclosing all That stood upon this earthly ball,
The Heavenly eye, Much wider than the sky, Wherein they all included were,
The glorious Soul, that was the King Made to possess them, did appear A small and little thing!
��JOHN DRYDEN 411 Ode
To the Pious Memory of the accomplished young lady, Mrs. Anne Killigrew^ excellent in the two sister arts of Poesy and Painting
^HOU youngest virgin-daughter of the skies,
Made in the last promotion of the blest, Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, In spreading branches more sublimely rise, Rich with immortal green above the rest Whether, adopted to some neighbouring star, Thou roll'st above us, in thy wandering race, Or, in procession fixt and regular, Mov'd with the heaven's majestic pace, Or, call'd to more superior bliss, Thou tread 'bt with seraph Jms the vast abyss: Whatever happy region is thy place, Cease thy celestial song a little space; Thou wilt have time enough for hymns divine,
Since Heaven's eternal year is thine.
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