56 THE POEMS OP ANNE ���ON THE DEATH OF THE HONOURABLE MR. JAMES �THYNNE, �Younger Son to the Right Honourable the Lord Viscount Weymouth �Farewel, lov'd Youth ! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And thus our Expectations to destroy, Raising a Grief, where we had form'd a Joy; Who once believ'd, it was the Fates Design In Him to double an Illustrious Line, And in a second Channel spread that Race Where ev'ry Virtue shines, with every Grace. But we mistook, and 'twas not here below That this engrafted Scion was to grow ; 10 �The Seats above requir'd him, that each Sphere Might soon the Offspring of such Parents share. Resign him then to the supream Intent, You, who but Flesh to that blest Spirit lent. Again disrob'd, let him to Bliss retire, And only bear from you, amidst that Choir, What, Precept or Example did inspire, A Title to Rewards, from that rich store Of Pious Works, which you have sent before. Then lay the fading Reliques, which remain, 20 �In the still Vault (excluding farther Pain) ; Where Kings and Counsellors their Progress close, And his renowned Ancestors repose ; Where COVENTRY withdrew All but in Name, Leaving the World his Benefits and Fame; Where his Paternal Predecessor lies, Once large of Thought, and rank'd among the Wise ; Whose Genius in Long-Leat we may behold (A Pile, as noble as if he'd been told ��� �
