’Tis in eulogy of Cromwell, dying just then, and this is a bit of it:
“Swift and resistless thro’ the land he past,
Like that bold Greek, who did the East subdue,
And made to battles such heroic haste,
As if on wings of Victory he flew.
“He fought, secure of fortune as of fame:
Still by new maps the island might be shown,
Of conquests, which he strew’d where-e’er he came,
Thick as the galaxy with stars is strown.
“His ashes in a peaceful urn shall rest,