POEMS TO THE AUTHOR.
MR. WALLER TO THE AUTHOR,
ON HIS VERSES TO THE KING.
An early plant which ſuch a bloſſom bears,
And ſhows a genius ſo beyond his years,
A judgment that could make ſo fair a choice,3
So high a ſubject to employ his voice,
Still as it grows, how ſweetly will he ſing
The growing greatneſs of our matchleſs King!6
VERSES
SENT TO THE AUTHOR IN HIS RETIREMENT.
Written by Mrs. Elizabeth Higgons.
I.
Why, Granville! is thy life to ſhades confin’d?
Thou whom the gods deſign’d
In public to do credit to mankind?
Why ſleeps the noble ardour of thy blood,
Which from thy anceſtors ſo many ages paſt,5
From Rollo down to Bevil flow’d,
And then appear’d again at laſt
In thee, when thy victorious lance[1]
Bore the diſputed prize from all the youth of France.
- ↑ At a carouſal at Paris, in the year 1689.
