Archive for September 23rd, 2014

Tuesday, 23 September 2014

Sent to a Gentleman whose Father was lately dead by John Wesley

In imitation of Quis desiderio sit pugor, etc.

What shame shall stop our flowing tears?
What end shall our just sorrows know?
Since Fate, relentless to our prayers,
Has given the long destructive blow!

Ye Muses, strike the sounding string,
In plaintive strains his loss deplore,
And teach an artless voice to sing
The great, the bounteous, now no more!

For him the wise and good shall mourn,
While late records his fame declare;
And oft as rolling years return,
Shall pay his tomb a grateful tear.

Ah! what avail their plaints to thee?
Ah! what avails his fame declared?
Thou blam’st, alas! the just decree
Whence virtue meets its just reward.

Though sweeter sounds adorned thy tongue
Than Thracian Orpheus whilom played,
When list’ning to the morning song
Each tree bowed down its leafy head:

Never! ah, never from the gloom
Of unrelenting Pluto’s sway
Could the thin shade again resume
Its ancient tenement of clay.

Indulgent patience! heav’n-born guest!
Thy healing wings around display:
Thou gently calm’st the stormy breast
And driv’st the tyrant grief away.

Corroding care and eating pain
By just degrees thy influence own;
And lovely lasting peace again
Resumes her long-deserted throne


Date: 1726

By: John Wesley (1703-1791)