As earth thy body keeps, thy soul the sky, } So shall this verse preserve thy memory; } For thou shalt make it live, because it sings of thee. } FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 88: In allusion to the provision made in Egypt, during the seven years of plenty, for the succeeding seven years of famine.] [Footnote 89: Lady Abingdon had six sons and three daughters.] [Footnote 90: Æneas descending to the shades, finds his father Anchises engaged in the review of his posterity.--See _Æneid_, lib. vi.] [Footnote 91: Lady Abingdon died in her thirty-third year; at which age Jesus Christ was crucified.] [Footnote 92: She died in a ball-room in her own house.] [Footnote 93: Whitsunday night.] ON THE DEATH OF AMYNTAS. A PASTORAL ELEGY. 'Twas on a joyless and a gloomy morn, Wet was the grass, and hung with pearls the thorn, When Damon, who designed to pass the day With hounds and horns, and chace the flying prey, Rose early from his bed; but soon he found } The welkin pitched with sullen clouds around, } An eastern wind, and dew upon the ground. } Thus while he stood, and sighing did survey The fields, and curst the ill omens of the day, He saw Menalcas come with heavy pace: Wet were his eyes, and cheerless was his face: He wrung his hands, distracted with his care, And sent his voice before him from afar. "Return," he cried, "return, unhappy swain, The spungy clouds are filled with gathering rain: The promise of the day not only crossed, But even the spring, the spring itself is lost. Amyntas--oh!"--he could not speak the rest, Nor needed, for presaging Damon guessed. Equal with heaven young Damon loved the boy, The boast of nature, both his parents' joy. His graceful form revolving in his mind; So great a genius, and a soul so kind, Gave sad assurance that his fears were true; Too well the envy of the gods he knew: For when their gifts too lavishly are placed, Soon they repent, and will not make them last. For sure it was too bountiful a dole, The mother's features, and the father's soul. Then thus he cried:--"The _morn_ bespoke the news; The morning did her cheerful light diffuse; But see how suddenly she changed her face, } And brought on clouds and rain, the day's disgrace; } Just such, Amyntas, was thy promised race. } What charms adorned thy youth, where nature smiled, And more than man was given us in a child! His infancy was ripe; a soul sublime In years so tender that prevented time: Heaven gave him all at once; then snatched away, } Ere mortals all his beauties could survey; } Just like the flower that buds and withers in a day. } MENALCAS.