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Next springs th' Hesperian Broom and last th' Assyrian Rose,
Shall endlesse Rove nor tread the way he went
No Thread to guide his steps, no Clue but ravish'd scent.
But Oh ! Alas ! cou'd we this Prospect give
And make itt in true lights and shaddows live 70
Ther's yett a Task att which 'twere vain to Strive
His Genius who th' original improv'd
To this degree that has our wonder mov'd
Too great appears and awes the trembling hand
Which can no Colours for that Draught comand
No syllables the most sublimely wrought
Can reach the loftier Immage of his thought
Whose Judgment plac'd in a superior hight
All things surveys with comprehensive sight
Then pittying us below stoops to inform us right 80
In Words which such convincing Reasons bear
We silent wish that they engraven were
And grudge those Sounds to the dispersing air.
Protect Him Heaven and long may He appear
The leading Star to his great Offspring here
Their Treasury of Council and support
Who when att last he shall attend your Court
To all his future Race the mark shall be
To stem the waves of Life's tempestuous Sea
Who from abroad shall no Examples need 90
Of men Recorded or who then Exceed
To urdge their Virtue and exalt their Fame
Whilest their own Weymouth stands their noblest Aime.
But we Presume, and ne're must hope to trace
His Worth profound, his Daughters matchlesse Grace
Or draw paternall Witt deriv'd into her Face
Though from his Presence and her Charms did grow
The Joys Ardelia att Long-leat did know.