Classic Poem

As some choice Plant, cherish'd by sun and aire,
And ready to requite the Gardiner's care,
Blossoms and flourishes, but then we find
Is made the triumph of some ruder wind:
So thy untimely grave did both entomb
Thy sweetness now, and wonders yet to come
Hung full of hopes thou fell'st; a lovely prize,
Just as thou didst attract all Hearts and eys
Thus we might apprehend, for had thy yeares
Been lengthen'd to have paid those vast arrears
The world expected, we should then conclude
The Age of Miracles had been renew'd.
For thou already had'st with ease found out
(What others study with such pains and doubt)
That frame of soule which is content alone,
And needs no entertainment but its Own.
Thy even mind, which made thee good and great,
Was to thee both a shelter and retreat
On all the tumults which the world do fill
Thou wert an unconcern'd spectator still;
And, were thy duty punctually supply'd,
Indifferent to all the world beside
Thou wert made up within, resolv'd and fixt,
And couldst not with a base allay be mixt;
Above the world, couldst equally despise
Both its Temptations and its injurys;
Couldst summe up all, and find not worth desire
Those glittering triffles which the most admire;
But with a nobler aime, and higher borne,
Look'd down on Greatness with contempt and scorn
Thou hadst no arts that others this might see,
Nor Lov'dst a Trumpet to thy Piety:
But silent and retir'd, calme and serene,
Stol'st to thy blessed Haven hardly seen
It were hard to describe thee then, but now
Thy vast accession harder is to know;
How full of light, and satisfy'd thou art,
So early from this treacherous world to part;
How pleas'd thou art reflections now to make,
And find thou didst not things below mistake;
In how abstracted a converse dost live,
How much thy knowledge is intuitive;
How great and bright a glory is enjoy'd
With Angells, and in mysterys employ'd
'Tis sin then to lament thy fate, but we
Should help thee to a new eternity;
And by successive imitation strive,
Till time shall dy, to keep thee still alive;
And (by thy great example furnish'd) be
More apt to live then write thy Elegy.