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- THOU beauteous offspring of a sire as fair;
- With thy kind influence thou dost all things heat:
- Thou gild'st the Heaven, the Sea, the Earth and Air,
- And under massy rocks dost Gold beget.
- Th'opaque dull Earth thou dost make fine,
- Thou dost i'th'Moon and Planets shine;
- And if Astronomy say true,
- Our Earth to them doth seem a Planet too.
- How unaccountable thy Journeys prove!
- Thy swift course through the Universe doth fly
- From lofty heights in distant Heavens above,
- To all that at the lowly Center lie.
- Thy Parent Sun once in a day
- Through Heaven doth steer his well-beat way;
- Thou of a swifter subtler breed
- Dost every Moment his Day's Course exceed.
- Thy common presence makes thee little priz'd,
- Which if we once had lost, we'd dearly buy:
- How would the Blind hug, what's by us despis'd!
- How welcome wouldst thou in a Dungeon be!
- Thrice-wretched those, in Mines are bred,
- That from thy sight are buried,
- When all the Stores, for which they try,
- Neither is Use, nor Beauty, equal Thee.
- Could there be found an Art to fix thee down,
- And of condensed Rays a Gem to make,
- 'Twould be the brightest Luster of a Crown,
- And an esteem invaluable take,
- New Wars would the tir'd World molest
- And new Ambition fire Men's breast,
- More Battles fought for it, than e're
- Before for Love, Empire, or Treasure were.
- Thou'rt quickly born and dost quickly die:
- Pity so fair a Birth to fate should fall!
- Now here and now in abject Dust dost lie;
- One Moment 'twixt thy Birth and Funeral.
- Art thou, like Angels, only shown,
- Then to our Grief for ever flown?
- Tell me, Apollo, tell me where
- The Sunbeams go, when they do disappear.
- Thomas Heyrick
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