YOUNG as I am, I quit the stage, Nor will I know the' applauses of the age; Farewell to growing fame. I leave below A life not half worn out with cares, Or agonies, or years;
I leave my country all in tears,
But Heaven demands me upward, and I dare to go. Amongst ye, friends, divide and share
The remnant of my days,
If ye have patience, and can bear
A long fatigue of life, and drudge through all the
Hark! my fair guardian chides my stay,
And waves his golden rod :
Angel, I come, lead on the way :' And now by swift degrees
I sail aloft through azure seas, Now tread the milky road;
Farewell, ye planets, in your spheres ; And as the stars are lost, a brighter sky appears. In haste for paradise
I stretch the pinions of a bolder thought: Scarce had I will'd, but I was past Deserts of trackless light and all the' ethereal waste, And to the sacred borders brought;
There on the wing a guard of cherubs lies,
Each waves a keen flame as he flies,
And well defends the walls from sieges and surprise.
With pleasing reverence I behold The pearly portals wide unfold:
Enter, my soul, and view the' amazing scenes: Sit fast upon the flying Muse,
And let thy roving wonder loose
O'er all th' empyreal plains.
Noon stands eternal here: here may thy sight Drink in the rays of primogenial light; Here breathe immortal air: Joy must beat high in every vein, Pleasure through all thy bosom reign; The laws forbid that stranger, pain, And banish every care.
See how the bubbling springs of love Beneath the throne arise;
The streams in crystal channels move, Around the golden streets they rove, And bless the mansions of the upper skies. There a fair grove of knowledge grows, Nor sin nor death infects the fruit; Young life hangs fresh on all the boughs, And springs from every root; Here may thy greedy senses feast While ecstasy and health atteuds on every taste. With the fair prospect charm'd I stood;
Fearless I feed on the delicious fare,
And drink profuse Salvation from the Silver Flood, Nor can excess be there.
In sacred order rang'd along,
Saints new-releas'd by death
Join the bold seraph's warbling breath,
And aid the' immortal song.
Each has a voice that tunes his strings To mighty sounds and mighty things, Things of everlasting weight, Sounds, like the softer viol, sweet, And, like the trumpet, strong. Divine attention held my soul, I was all ear!
Through all my powers the heavenly accents roll, I long'd and wish'd my Bradbury there; "Could he but hear these notes, (I said) His tuneful soul would never bear
The dull unwinding of life's tedious thread, But burst the vital chords to reach the happy dead.'
And now my tongue prepares to join The harmony, and with a noble aim Attempts the' unutterable name, But faints, confounded by the notes divine: Again my soul the' unequal honour sought, Again her utmost force she brought, And bow'd beneath the burden of the' unwieldy thought.
Thrice I essay'd, and fainted thrice; The' immortal labour strain'd my feeble frame, Broke the bright vision, and dissolv'd the dream; I sunk at once and lost the skies: In vain I sought the scenes of light
Rolling abroad my longing eyes,
For all around them stood my curtains and the night.
STRICT RELIGION VERY RARE.
I'm borne aloft, and leave the crowd, I sail upon a morning cloud Skirted with dawning gold : Mine eyes beneath the opening day Command the globe with wide survey, Where ants in busy millions play, And tug and heave the mould.
Are these the things,' my passion cried, "That we call men? Are these allied To the fair worlds of light?
They have ras'd out their Maker's name, Grav'n on their minds with pointed flame In strokes divinely bright.
Wretches! they hate their native skies If an ethereal thought arise, Or spark of virtue shine,
With cruel force they damp its plunies, Choke the young fire with sensual fumes, With business, lust, or wine.
'Lo! how they throng with panting breath The broad descending road That leads unerring down to death,
Nor miss the dark abode.'
Thus while I drop a tear or two On the wild herd, a noble few Dare to stray upward, and pursue The' unbeaten way to God.
I meet Myrtillo mounting high, I know his candid soul afar; Here Dorylus and Thyrsis fly
Each like a rising star; Charin I saw and Fidea there,
I saw them help each other's flight, And bless them as they go;
They soar beyond my labouring sight, And leave their loads of mortal care, But not their love below.
On Heav'n, their home, they fix their eyes, The temple of their God: With morning incense up they rise Sublime, and through the lower skies Spread their perfumes abroad.
Across the road a seraph flew, 'Mark,' said he, 'that happy pair, Marriage helps devotion there: When kindred minds their God pursue, They break with double vigour through The dull incumbent air.'
Charm'd with the pleasure and surprise My soul adores and sings;
'Bless'd be the power that springs their flight, That streaks their path with heavenly light, That turns their love to sacrifice,
And joins their zeal for wings.'
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