Note 2 — HEROIC STANZAS TO THE MEMORY OF OLIVER CROMWELL.

Nor only didst thou for thy age provide, But for the years to come beside; Our after times, and late posterity, Shall pay unto thy fame as much as we; They too are made by thee. When Fate did call thee to a higher throne, And when thy mortal work was done; When Heaven did say it, and thou must be gone, Thou him to bear thy burden chose, Who might, if any could, make us forget thy loss. Nor hadst thou him designed, Had he not been, Not only to thy blood, but virtue, kin; Not only heir unto thy throne, but mind: 'Tis he shall perfect all thy cares, And with a finer thread weave out thy loom. So one did bring the chosen people from Their slavery and fears; Led them through their pathless road, Guided himself by God; H'ad brought us to the borders, but a second hand Did settle and secure them in the promised land.