Occasion'd by seeing some Verses written by Mrs. Constantia Grierson, upon the Death of her Son. Mary Barber Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T42622 519 p. 45 Barber, Mary, ca. 1690-1757. Poems on Several Occasions [poems only]. London Printed for C. Rivington, at the Bible and Crown in St. Paul's Church-Yard 1734 pp. 38-40. xlviii,283,[7]p.; 8⁰.

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Occasion'd by seeing some Verses written by Mrs. Constantia Grierson , upon the Death of her Son. This mourning Mother can with Ease explore The Arts of Latium , and the Grecian Store : Was early learn'd , nay more , was early wise ; And knew the Pride of Science to despise ; Left Men to take assuming Airs from thence ; And seem'd unconscious of superior Sense . Yet , ah ! how vain to guard the Soul , we see , Are the best Precepts of Philosophy ! See Nature triumph o'er the boasted Art , Ev'n in a See Plutarch's Life of Solou . Solon's , and Constantia's Heart . See how she mourns her Son's untimely Doom , And pours her Woes o'er the relentless Tomb . Soften , kind Heav'n , her seeming rigid Fate , With frequent Visions of his blissful State : Oft let the Guardian Angel of her Son Tell her in faithful Dreams , His Task is done ; Shew , how he kindly led her lovely Boy To Realms of Peace , and never-fading Joy . Then , for a while , reverse his happy Fate ; Shew him still here , still in this wretched State : Shew the false World , seducing him from Truth ; And paint the slipp'ry , dang'rous Paths of Youth : Shew him , in riper Years , beset with Snares , Weary'd with struggling thro' unnumber'd Cares : Convey him thence to Life's remotest Stage , To feel the dire Calamities of Age ; Oppress'd with Sorrows , with Distempers torn , Or rack'd with Guilt , much harder to be borne . Raise the Distress ; and let her darling Care , Distracted in the Horrors of Despair , The dreadful Scene of Judgment op'ning see , And , trembling , plunge into Eternity . Then ask her , Would she call him down from Bliss , To hazard such a dismal Doom as this ? That she may learn to be resign'd from thence , And bless the Guardian Hand , that snatch'd him hence .