RECOMMENDATORY POEMS. T Mr. JOHN HUGHES, ON HIS POEM, ENTITLED, THE TRIUMPH OF PEACE. INSPIR'D by what melodious HUGHES has fung, I'll tune a lyre, that long has lain unstrung : What pleasure must retiring DRYDEN find, } Enlarge thofe coffers, which were first his own, So when of old fome sportive amorous god W. Worts. February, 1697. To the MEMORY of Mr. HUGHES. BY MISS JUDITH COWPER *. ROUND HUGHES's humble, though distinguish'd urn, The Mufes, wreath'd with baleful cypress, mourn ; In every face a deep distress appears, Each eye o'erflows with tributary tears: Such was the fcene, when, by the gods requir'd, 5 Snatch'd from the earth, above its trifling praife, Thee, HUGHES, to happier climes thy fate conveys; 10 Eas'd of its load, thy gentle spirit roves, Through realms refulgent, and celestial groves; 15 20 Immorta! * Daughter of Judge Cowper, afterwards married to Col. Martin Madan, author of the Progress of Poetry, &c. and ftill living, an ornament to her fex and age. Another of her compofitions is perfixed to the Poms of Mr. Pope. N. 25 Immortal as thy fame, and verfe, ftill grow, Drawn by thy pen, the theory we fee; The practic part, too foon! beheld in thee. Who now shall strike the lyre with skill divine, 30 35 Who to harmonious founds * harmonious numbers join! Who the rapacious tide of vice control, And, while they charin the fenfe, reform the foul! 40 With virtue, folid fenfe, and boundless wit? Sparkling as polifh'd gems, as pureft gold refin'd. 45 Bid glory in our breafts with temper beat, And valour, feperate from feverish heat, B 3 Opera of Calypfo and Telemachus. Love, то THE MEMORY OF MR. HUGHES. LOST too early! and too lately known! My love's intended marks receive in one; Thou feeft with pity, what thou once hast been, 5 10 How does thy Phocyas warm Britannia's youth, In arms to glory, and in love to truth! Oh! if the Mufe of future aught prefage, These feeds fhall ripen in the coming age; Then youths, renown'd for many a field well-fought, Shall own the glorious leffons thou hast taught; Honour's ftrict laws fhall reign in every mind, And every Phocyas his Eudocia find. 15 O! yet be this the lowest of thy fame, To form the hero, and inftruct the dame; I fee the chriftian, friend, relation, son, Of manly strokes, or of fuperior fire, 20 And in the facred lift unrival'd shine! Nor joyous health was thine, nor downy ease; 25 Worn |