From the cascade, or gently roll'd along
The shining pebbles, murmuring as they glide,
Transport this sense with tides of equal joy.
Endear'd the more by contraft each bestows
On each new beauties, mingling now their charms,
While order with variety confpires
To paint the scene magnificently gay.
Can these bright scenes below transport the eye,
Nor yet incite the mounting thought to dwell
On heaven's refulgent fplendors? to explore
That world of blifs, those regions of delight,
That please, though yet unfeen; what artist's hand,
Whose skilful pencil has the power to draw
A landscape of those flowery feats that glow
And shine with golden light above the skies?
Would some kind angel draw afide the veil
One moment, and permit the eye to throw
A fingle glance on those divine abodes,
The earth's vain pomps, the glories that are spread
O'er nature's face, would die and disappear,
Taftelefs, and tarnish all---a tranfient view
Of those refplendant scenes that glow above,