 | Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow |  |
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TO THE MARQUESS OF HASTINGS,
KNIGHT OF THE GARTER.
Sweet as the silver voice of Victory,Enlarging the fair glory of a king,
Or that lamenting bird, in Summer free,
That to the shepherd's thirsty ear doth sing;
As sweet as to divining fancy ring
The golden axles of the circling Sphere,
So sweetly in thy praise, on Angel's wing,
I mean to soar beyond the solar year:
And there, escap'd from anguish and from fear,
To triumph in the sparkling fount of day,
Thy harbinger, that shortly shalt appear
In that celestial walk; as fair as they,
Whom Earth, of her heroic race, hath sent,
To be her glory, and her argument!
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