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Then thus proceeded : • Be thy muse thy zeal, • Dare to be good, and all my joys reveal. • While other pencils flatt’ring forms create, ; * And paint the gaudy plumes that deck the Great ; • While other pens exalt the vain delight, • Whose wasteful revel wakes the depth of night ;. • Or others softly fing in idle lines, ' How Damon courts, or Amaryllis shines;
More wisely thou select a theme divine,. • Fame is their recompence, 'tis heavin is thine.
Despise the raptures of difcorded fire, · Where wine, or passion, or applause inspire
Low restless life, and ravings born of earth, • Whose meaner subjects speak their humble birth, · Like working seas, that when loud winters blow, · Not made for rising, only rage below. • Mine is a warm and yet a lambent heat,
More lasting still, as more intensely great, [breathes,
Produc'd where pray'r, and praise, and pleasure « And ever mounting whence it fhot beneath..
Unpaint the love, that hov'sing over beds, « From glittring pinions guilty pleasure sheds ; « Restore the colour to the golden mines
< With which behind the feather'd idol fhines;
• To fow'ring greens give back their native care, « The rose and lilly, never his to wear ; « To sweet Arabia send the balmy breath; « Strip the fair Aesh, and call the phantom, Death ;
His bow be sabled o'er, his shafts the same, 6. And fork and point them with eternal flame.
• But urge thy pow'rs, thine utmost voice advance, • Make the loud strings against thy fingers dance; < 'Tis love that Angels praise, and men adore, « 'Tis love divine that asks it all and more.
Fling back the gates of ever-blazing day, « Pour foods 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 rest ? A manger's nigh,
And still afflict him till he reach the grave;
• Ah ! while I speak, I feel my bosom swell, • My raptures smother what I long to tell. « 'Tis God! a present God! Thro' cleaving air • I see the throne, and see the Jesus there • Plac'd on the right. He shews the wounds he bore, • (My fervours oft have won him thus before) [ear; « How pleasd he looks ! my words have reach'd his * He bids the gates unbar, and calls me near.'.
She ceas'd. The cloud on which she seem'd to tread, It's curls unfolded, and around her spread;
Bright Angels waft their wings to raise the cloud,
My downy sleep the warmth of Phoebus broke,
But still I fear, unwarm'd with holy flame, I take for truth the flatt'ries of a dream ;
And barely with the wondrous gift I boast,
Indulgent LORD! whose gracious love displays
S Bacchus ranging at his leisure
(Jolly Bacchus, king of pleasure !) Charm'd the wide world with drink and dances, And all his thousand airy fancies, Alas! he quite forgot the while
His fav'rite vines in Lesbos isle.
The God, -returning ere they dy'd, Ah! see my jolly Fauns he cry'd, The leaves but hardly born are red, And the bare arms for pity spread :