Then while the warmth on all my pulfes ran, ani? Diffufing comfort, thus the maid began."

'Where glorious mansions are prepar'd above, I'

• The feats of Mufic, and the feats of Love, • Thence I defcend, and PIETY my name,

To warm thy bofom with celestial flame,

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To teach thee praifes mix'd with humble pray'rs,
And tune thy foul to fing feraphic airs;

Be thou my bard." A vial here fhe caught,
(An angel's hand the chrystal vial brought)
And as with awful found the word was faid,
She pour'd a facred unction on my head,
Then thus proceeded. Be thy muse thy zeal,

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Dare to be good, and all my joys reveal; While other pencils flatt'ring forms create, And paint the gawdy plumes that deck the great; • While other pens exalt the vain delight, Whose wasteful revel wakes the depth of night; 'Or others foftly fing in idle lines,

'How Damon courts, or Amaryllis fhines;

''Tis Fame's their recompence, 'tis Heav'n is thine.

• Despise the fervours of unhallow'd fire, • Where wine, or paffion, or applause infpire, 'Low restless life, and ravings born of earth, 'Whofe meaner fubjects speak their humble birth; 'Like working feas, that when loud Winters blow, Not made for rifing, only rage below:

• Mine is a great, and yet a lasting heat,

More lafting ftill, as more intensely great,

• Produc'd where pray'r,and praise, and pleasure breathe, And ever mounting whence it shot beneath.

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Unpaint the Love that hov'ring over beds, From glitt'ring pinions guilty pleasure sheds, 'Restore the colour to the golden mines

• With which behind the feather'd idol shines ;
'To flow'ring greens give back their native care;
The rose and lily never his to wear;

• To sweet Arabia send the balmy breath,

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Strip the fair flesh, and call the phantom Death; • His bow be fabled o'er, his fhafts the fame, And fork and point them with eternal flame.

· But urge thy pow'rs, thine utmost voice advance, • Make the loud ftrings against thy fingers dance, • 'Tis Love that angels praife, and men adore, • 'Tis Love divine that asks it all and more: Fling back the gates of ever-blazing day, • Pour floods of liquid light to gild the way, And all in glory wrapt, thro' paths untrod, • Pursue the great unseen descent of GOD! Hail the meek VIRGIN, bid the CHILD appear, 'The CHILD is GOD! and call him JESUS here; He comes; but where to reft? a manger's nigh, • Make the GREAT BEING in a manger lye;

• Fill the wide skies with angels on the wing, • Make thousands gaze,

and make ten thousands fing:

'Let men afflict him, men he came to faves aiseid mor • And still afflict him, 'till he reach the grave;m stidW • Make him refign'd, his loads of forrow meetsrom (l'I · And me, like Mary, weep beneath his feet; dosì b¤A 'I'll bathe my treffes there, my pray'rs rehearse, aT) And glide in flames of love along thy verfe, asinsde "Hah! while I fpeak, I feel my bofom fwell,

My raptures fmother what I long to tell

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4 b¬A Plac'd on the right; he shows the wounds he bore!

(My fervours oft have won him thus before)

"How pleas'd he looks! my words have reach'd his ear, • He bids the gates unbar, and calls me near.22,50 10 She ceas'd. The cloud on which fhe feem'd to tread, Its curls unfolded, and around her spread;

Bright angels waft their wings to raise the cloud,
And sweep their iv'ry lutes, and fing aloud;

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Is tun'd to wond'rous mufic, as they fly;

And foft the fwelling founds of mufic grow, dry suT And faint their foftnefs, till they fail below.

My downy fleep the warmth of Phoebus broke, A And while my thoughts were fettling, thus 1 fpoke M Thou beauteous Vision on the foul imprest, When moft my reafon wou'd appear to reft back 'Twas fure with pencils dipt in various lights Some curious angel limn'd thy facred fights;

From blazings funs his radiant gold he drew,
White moons the filver gave, and air the blue.
I'll mount the roving wind's expanded wing,
And feek the facred hill, and light to fing;
('Tis known in Jewry well) I'll make my lays,
Obedient to thy fummons, found with praise.

But ftill I fear, unwarm'd with holy flame,
I take for truth the flatt'ries of a dream;
And barely with the wond'rous gift I boast,
And faintly practife what deferves it moft.ds

Indulgent LORD! whofe gracious love difplays Joys in the light, and fills the dark with eafer; Be this, to bless my days, no dream of blifs, el Or be, to bless my nights, my dreams like this.

ECSTACY,

THE fleeting joys, which all affords below,

Work the fond heart with unavailing fhow..

The wish that makes our happier life compleat,
Nor grafps the wealth, nor honours of the great,A
Nor loosely fails on Pleafure's eafy stream,

Nor gathers wreaths from all the groves of Fame. - A
Weak man! who charms to these alone confine,

Attend my pray'r, and learn to make it thine..

"From thy rich throne, where circling trains of light, Make day that's endlefs infinitely bright,

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One beam of brightnefs to my longing heart,hef16
Dawn through the mind, drive Error's clouds away A
And still the rage in Paffion's troubled fea
That the poor banish'd soul, ferene and free,
May rife from earth to vifit heaven and thee.
Come Peace Divine, fhed gently from above,
Infpire my willing bofom, wondrous Love!
Thy purpl'd pinions to my shoulders tye,
And point the paffage where I want to fly.

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But whither, whither now! what pow'rful fire g With this blefs'd influence equals my defire? I rife, or Love the kind deluder reigns, And acts in fancy fuch inchanted scenes, Earth lefs'ning flies, the parting fkies retreat, The fleecy clouds my waving feathers beat; And now the fun, and now the stars are gone; Yet ftill methinks the spirit bears me on, Where tracts of aether purer blue display, And edge the golden realm of native day. O ftrange enjoyment of a blifs unfeen! O ravishment! O facred rage within! Tumultuous pleasure, rais'd on peace of mind, Sincere, exceflive, from the world refin'd! I fee the light that veils the throne on high, A light unpierc'd by man's impurer eye; I hear the words that iffuing thence proclaim, "Let God's attendants praise his awful name;"