John Milton

Anonymous, "To the Duke of Chandos, requesting his Grace to erect a Monument in Westminster-Abbey, to the Memory of Milton" The British Journal (30 March 1723).

Treading, alone, the sacred Dome,
Where Kings and Poets mould'ring lie,
I view'd each monumental Tomb,
Uprear'd to save their Memory.

I trac'd, with pious Awe and Care,
The solemn Scene of Death around,
And sought great MILTON'S Honours there,
But no deserv'd Distinction found.

He needs no Pile to tell his Fame;
His Works immortalize the Bard:
But Marble Volumes should proclaim,
At least, his Countrymen's Regard.

'Tis strange, O England, thou hast paid
Thy Debts to more inglorious Dust!
To MILTON, thy most precious Dead,
Wilt thou continue most unjust?

CHANDOS, thou great, thou generous Peer!
The Muses Ornament and Friend!
Yet more thy mighty self endear,
And England's Piety amend.

The Prince, of British Patriots, best
The Prince of Poets can reward:
CHANDOS, the Godlike Chief confess'd!
MILTON, the most angelick Bard!

The Work, by Heav'n, reserv'd for you,
Will higher still your Name enroll:
Ages, unborn, will in it view
A lasting Column of your Soul.

O cou'd I, like the Poet, sing,
And merit such a Patron's Grace,
I'd neither envy Britain's King,
Nor wish to be in EUSDEN'S Place.