Sunk though he be beneath the water}' floor ; So sinks the day-star in the ocean-bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves ; Where, other groves and other streams along. With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing, in their gloiy move. And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more ; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood. Thus sang the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with sandals gray ; He touched the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay : And now the sun had stretch'd out all the hills. And now was dropt into the western bay : At last he rose, and twitch'd his mantle blue : To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new. J. Minon .XVII ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBE V Mortality, behold and fear What a change of flesh is here! Think how many royal bones .Sleep within these heaps of Stones ; Here they lie, had realms and lands. Who now want strength to stir their hands, Where from their pulpits seal'd with dust They preach, ' In greatness is no trust. '