Thus mingled ftill with wealth and state, Cræfus himself can never know; His true dimensions and his weight Are far inferior to their show. Were I fo tall to reach the pole, Or grafp the ocean with my span, I must be measur'd by my foul: 'The mind's the standard of the man.
EAR up, Sariffa, through the ruffling ftorms Of a vain vexing world: Tread down the cares Those ragged thorns that lie across the road, Nor spend a tear upon them. Truft the Mufe, She fings experienc'd truth: This briny dew, This rain of eyes will make the briars grow. We travel through a defert, and our feet Have measur'd a fair space, have left behind A thousand dangers, and a thousand snares Well fcap'd. Adieu, ye horrors of the dark, Ye finish'd labours, and ye tedious toils Of days and hours: The twinge of real smart, And the false terrors of ill-boding dreams Vanish together, be alike forgot,
For ever blended in one common grave.
Farewell, ye waxing and ye waning moons, That we have watch'd behind the flying clouds On night's dark hill, or fetting or afcending, Or in meridian height: Then filence reign'd O'er half the world; then ye beheld our tears, Ye witness'd our complaints, our kindred groans, (Sad harmony!) while with your beamy horns Or richer orb ye filver'd o'er the green Where trod our feet, and lent a feeble light
have fulfill'd your round,
Those hours are fled, farewell. Months that are gone
Are gone for ever, and have borne away
Each his own load. Our woes and forrows past, Mountainous woes, ftill leffen as they fly
Far off. So billows in a stormy fea,
Wave after wave (a long fucceffion) roll Beyond the ken of fight: The failors safe Look far a-stern till they have loft the storm, And shout their boisterous joys. A gentler Muse Sings thy dear fafety, and commands thy cares To dark oblivion; bury'd deep in night Lose them, Sariffa, and affift my fong.
Awake thy voice, fing how the flender line Of fate's immortal Now divides the past From all the future, with eternal bars Forbidding a return. The paft temptations No more shall vex us; every grief we feel Shortens the deftin'd number; every pulse Beats a fharp moment of the pain away,
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 fail aloft through azure feas,
Now tread the milky road :
Farewell, ye planets, in your spheres ; And as the stars are loft, a brighter sky appears. In hafte for paradife
I ftretch the pinions of a bolder thought; Scarce had I will'd, but I was past Deferts of trackless light and all the ethereal wafte, And to the facred 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 fieges and surprise.
With pleafing reverence I behold
The pearly portals wide unfold: Enter, my foul, and view th' amazing scenes;
Sit faft upon the flying Mufe,
And let thy roving wonder loofe
O'er all th' empyreal plains.
Noon ftands eternal here: here may thy fight Drink-in the rays of primogenial light; Here breathe immortal air:
Joy must beat high in every vein, Pleasure through all thy bofom reign; The laws forbid the stranger, pain,
And banish every care.
See how the bubbling fprings of love Beneath the throne arife;
The ftreams 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 fin nor death infects the fruit ; Young life hangs fresh on all the boughs, And springs from every root;
Here may thy greedy fenfes feaft While extafy and health attends on every taste. With the fair prospect charm'd I ftood; Fearless I feed on the delicious fare,
And drink profuse salvation from the filver flood, Nor can excefs be there.
In facred order rang'd along
Saints new-releas'd by death
Join the bold feraph's warbling breath, And aid th' immortal fong.
Each has a voice that tunes his ftrings. To mighty founds, and mighty things, Things of everlafting weight, Sounds, like the fofter viol, fweet, And, like the trumpet, ftrong, Divine attention held my foul,
Through all my powers the heavenly accents roll, I long'd and wifh'd my Bradbury there; "Could he but hear thefe notes, I faid,
His tuneful foul would never bear
"The dull unwinding of "fe's tedious thread, "But burft the vital chords to reach the happy dead.”
And now my tongue prepares to join The harmony, and with a noble aim Attempts th' unutterable name,
But faints, confounded by the notes divine: Again my foul th' unequal honour fought, Again her utmost force fhe brought, And bow'd beneath the burden of th' unwieldy thought. Thrice I effay'd, and fainted thrice; Th' immortal labour ftrain'd my feeble frame, Broke the bright vision, and diffolv'd the dream : I funk at once and lost the skies : In vain I fought the scenes of light Rolling abroad my longing eyes,
For all around them ftood my curtains and the night.
STRICT RELIGION very RARE.
I'M borne aloft, and leave the crowd,
I fail upon a morning cloud
Skirted with dawning gold:
Mine eyes beneath the open day Command the globe with wide furvey, Where ants in bufy millions play,
And tug and heave the mould.
"Are thefe the things (my paffion cry'd) "That we call men? Are these ally'd
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