THE POEMS OF Edward Young, D. D. VOL. III. Chiswick: FROM THE PRESS OF C. WHITTINGHAM, COLLEGE HOUSE. THE LAST DAY. A Poem, IN THREE BOOKS. DEDICATION TO THE QUEEN. MADAM, now do my My only title to the great honour I self, is the obligation I have formerly received from your royal indulgence; which I remember with the utmost gratitude. I was indeed uneasy, till I had bethought myself of some means of relieving my heart by expressing its acknowledgments: my inclination carried me to poetry; your virtues determined me to sacred poetry above all other; and in that kind there is no subject more exalted and affecting than this which I have chosen its very first mention snatches away the soul to the borders of eternity, surrounds it with wonders, opens to it on every hand the most surprising scenes of awe and astonishment, and terminates its view with nothing less than the fulness of glory, and the throne of God. But this may seem a very improper season for any thing of so grave and solemn a nature to present itself before you, and mingle with the gaiety |