Beauty joyn'd with Piety Let Heaven and Heaven's Vicegerent always share Your noblest Thoughts and your most Dutious care WILLIAM's a Name you 're Fated to Record No Pen but yours can match the Heroes Sword If yon ASSOCIATE too you 'll guard Him more Then all the Loyal Myriads gon before Let harden'd Traitors know what 't is to ' abuse The Patience of a King and of a Muse. Let 'em no more a Monarch's Justice dare Draw off his side at once and END THE WAR These just tho' poor Acknowledgments I send From distant Shades to Heav'ns and Cesars Friend Those but debase who weakly strive to raise You 'll ne're grow vain with ' s humble praise THE Contents THE Contents TO the Author of these Poems known only by Report and by her Works Platonick Love Page 1 Humane Love by a Countrey Gentleman in Answer to Platonick Love 3 To Mr. on his Poem 5 To Mrs. Mary Friend knowing her but by Report 7 Paraphrase on John 3. 16. For God so loved the World that he gave his only Begotten Son c. 8 The Expostulation 12 To my Lady Carteret 14 And though after my Skin Worms destroy this Body yet in my Flesh shall I see God Iob 19. 26. 15 To Sir Charles Sedley 16 To the Honourable Mrs. E. Stretchy 17 A Pindarick Poem on Habbakuk 18 The Athenians to the Compiler of the Pindarick now Recited 21 A Poetical Question concerning the Jacobites sent to the Athenians 27 The Athenians Answer 28 Upon King William's passing the Boyn c. 30 The Vanity of the World in a Poem to the Athenians 33 The Athenians Answer 35 The Rapture ibid. A Paraphrase on the CANTICLES Chap. I. 36 Chap. II. 39 Chap. III. 42 Chap. IV. 44 Chap. V. 47 Chap. VI. 52 The Fable of Phaeron Paraphrased from Ovid's Metamorphosis 56 The Wish in a Poem to the Athenians â—d Alphabet I The Athenians Answer 3 To one that perswades me to leave the Muses 6 A Poem occasion'd by the Report of the Queen's Death 9 Paraphrase on John 21. 17. 10 Paraphrase on Cant. 5,6 c. 13 A Pindarick to the Athenian Society 15 Paraphrase on Revel Chap. 1. from v. 13. to v. 18. 19 To a very Young Gentleman at a Dancing-School 22 To the same Gentleman 23 A Pastoral 24 To Celinda 27 Thoughts on Death 28 The Female Passion 30 To Strephon 31 Paraphrase on Malachy 3 14. 32 On Mrs. Rebekah 34 By Dispair 35 To Orestes 37 The Athenians Answer to the foregoing Poem 39 Paraphrase on Canticles 7 11 40 Paraphrase on Micah 6. 6 7. 41 The Reflection 43 A Song 44 To Madam S. at the Court 46 The Vision To Theron 49 A Pastoral Elegy 51 Parthenia an Elegy 57 The Reply to Mr. 59 A Pastoral on the Queen 62 A Farewel to Love 65 POEMS ON Several Occasions Platonick Love I. SO Angels Love and all the rest is dross Contracted selfish sensitive and gross Unlike to this all free and unconfin'd Is that bright flame I bear thy brighter mind II. No stragling wish or symptom of desire Comes near the Limits of this holy fire Yet 't is intense and active tho so fine For all my pure immortal part is thine III. Why should I then the Heav'nly spark controul Since there 's no brighter Ray in all my Soul Why should I blush to indulge the noble flame For which even friendship 's a degrading name IV. Nor is the greatness of my Love to thee A sacriledge unto the Deity Can I th' enticing stream almost adore And not respect its lovely fountain more HUMANE LOVE By a Country GENTLEMAN In Answer to PLATONICK LOVE I. SO Angels love So let them love for me As mortal I must like a mortal be My Love 's as pure as their's more unconfin'd I love the Body they but love the Mind II. Without enjoyment Can desire be ill For that which wou'd a Man with pleasure fill This more intense and active sure must be Since I both Soul and Body give to thee III. This flame as much of Heaven as that contains And more for unto that but half pertains Friendship one Soul to th' other doth unite But Love joins all and therefore is more bright IV. Neither doth Humane Love Religion harm But rather us against our Vices arm Shall I not for a charming Mistress dye When Heaven commands increase and mulitply To Mr. on his POEM I. SOme Tuneful Being now my Breast inspire With Thoughts as Gay and Noble as Celestial Fire For Clitus is my Theam But ah in vain born on Pindarick Wings My ventrous Muse The mighty Aim pursues For to his Native Skies still Clitus mounts and Sings And we are distant still to an extream II. Behold the Heavenly Charmer how he keeps aloft While Angels Crowd and Listen to his Song And not an Angel-Critick in the throng That durst correct a Thought So Nobly are they Drest And Gracefully exprest So smoothly glide the Numbers from his Tongue So well his Touch the Charming Strings obey That all his Heavenly Auditors Admire To hear him weild an equal Theam with as much skill as they His Voice and Theam did even their Harps inspire And the Glad Anthem they repeat agen Glory to God Peace and Good-will to Men. TO Mrs. MARY FRIEND Knowing her but by Report 'T Were both unjust and stupid to refuse To so much Worth the Tribute of my Muse Tho Saints as well may those Bright Forms express That in a Rapture they conceive of Bliss As I can give such Wondrous Charms their due Or Dress in Words my Brighter Thoughts of You Charming and Gay your Fair Idea seems As Gay as if compos'd of Love and Beams Such Heavenly Rays adorn your Lovely Eyes That by Imagination they surprize And at your Feet a Female Victim lies But how Fair Nymph will your Approaches Fire If Distant Charms such gentle thoughts inspire PARAPHRASE On Joh. 3. 16 For God so loved the World that he gave his only begotten Son c. I. YEs so God loved the World But where Are this Great Loves Dimensions Even Angels stop for baffled here Are their vast Apprehensions In vain they strive to Grasp the boundless thing Not all their Comments can explain the mighty Truth I Sing II. Yet still they pause on the Contents Of this Amazing Story How he that fill'd the wide extents Of Uncreated Glory He whom the Heaven of Heavens cou'd not contain Shou'd yet within the Sacred Maids contracted Womb remain III. They see him Born and hear him Weep To aggravate their Wonder Whose Awful Voice had shook the Deep And Breath'd his Will in Thunder That Awful Voice chang'd to an Infant 's Cry Whilst in a Feeble Woman's Arms he seems constrain'd to lye IV. A God Ah! Where are Humane boasts Extended in a Manger The Lord of all the Heavenly Hosts Expos'd to Scorn and Danger The Onely Blest the All-sufficient Weeps But Oh who Guides the Staggering World while its Protector Sleeps V.
And canst thou Man ungrateful prove When 't was for thy Salvation He left those Splendid Seats above His late bright Habitation Where all his Deity Shone without the Allay Of a Seraphick Vehicle or deficated Clay VI. Where he Transcendently possest The Fullness of Perfection Tho here benighted and opprest The Type of all Dejection He asks for Food that gave the Ravens Bread And the Great Founder of the World wants where to lay his Head VII But Oh what Dark Catastrophe Does Hell at last Conspire Behold upon a Cursed Tree The Lord of Life Expire From this Amaz'd the Sun withdraws his Eye Afraid to see his Maker Bleed and the Eternal Dye VIII The Seraphims that throng'd about 'Twixt Hope and Consternation Now Blaze the Wondrous News throughout The Radiant Corporation Who vainly strive the Mistery to scan And Fathom the Stupendious Depths of this Great Love to Man IX He on the Rights of Justice stood With their Exalted Nature That now through Streams of Sacred Blood Wafts the Terrestial Creature Wafts Dufty-Man to that Felicity Which the Apostate Son of Light must never hope to see THE Expostulation I. HOw long great God a wretched captive here Must I these hated marks of bondage wear How long shall these uneasy chains controul The willing flights of my impatient Soul How long shall her most pure intelligence Be strain'd through an infectious screen of gross corrupted sence II. When shall I leave this darksome house of clay And to a brighter mansion wing away There 's nothing here my thoughts to entertain But one Tyr'd revolution o're again The Sun and Stars observe their wonted round The streams their former courses keep No Novelty is found III. The same curst acts of false fruition o're The same wild hopes and wishes as before Do men for this so fondly life caress That airy huss of splendid emptiness Unthinking sots kind Heaven let me be gone I 'm tyr'd I 'm sick of this dull Farce's repetition To my Lady CARTERET TOo great your Power and too soft my Breast The charming Inspiration to resist But Oh in what bold Strain shall I begin To breathe th' unusual Potent Instinct in Such pleasing looks in midst of Spring adorn The Flowry Fields so smiles the Beauteous Morn But What are these dull Metaphors to you Or What is all my Fancy has in view A Form more fine more accurately wrought Was ne'r conceiv'd by a Poetick Thought So mild your eyes so beautiful and bright That lovelier eyes did ne'r salute the Light With such a gentle look and such an air So lovely so exceeding sweet and fair To us the Heavonly Messengers appear Whilst Man too feeble for their bright extreams With such soft Smiles as yours they 'r forc't to allay their Beams And though after my Skin Worms destroy this Body yet in my Flesh shall I see God Job 19. 26. WHat tho my Soul rent from the close imbrace Of this material consort take its flight Exil'd the Confines of her Native place And leave these eyes clos'd in a Dismal Night She shall agen resume the dear abode And cloath'd in Flesh I shall behold my God II. Tho in the Gloomy Regions of the Grave Forgotten and insensible I lye That tedious night shall a bright morning have The welcome dawnings of Eternity My Soul shall then resume her old abode And cloath'd in flesh I shall behold my God III. Altho resolv'd unto my Native dust It s proper part each Element refine Yet at my awfull Makers breath they must The Individual Particles resign And then my Soul shall take her old abode And cloath'd in Flesh I shall behold my God TO Sir CHAREES SEDLEY BVt stay 't is Sedley and it were a crime For me to grasp a Subject so sublime Since nothing but his own Coelestial lays Are fit the Authour of such flights to praise Nor dare my thoughts make the unequal choice My Infant-muse has yet but try'd her tender voice To the Honourable Mrs. E Stretchy THe Artful hand of Nature ne'r display'd More skill then when your Charming Self was made A Shape a Face and Meen so rare that we Think you her boasted Master-piece to be Whilst that Bright Soul that Heaven has plac't within Makes every Charm with double-lustre shine But since I on my Lyre can touch no String Equal to those great Merits I would Sing Hopeless to give such mighty Charms their due I 'll leave the World to Brighter Thoughts of you A Pindarick POEM on HABBAKUK I. WHen God from Teman came And cloath'd in Glory from Mount Paran shone Drest in th' unsufferable Flame That hides his dazling Throne His Glory soon eclips'd the once bright Titan's Rays And fill'd the trembling Earth with Terror and Amaze Resplondent Beams did crown his awful Head And shining brightness all around him spread Omnipotence he graspt in his strong Hand And listning Death stood waiting on his dread Command Waiting 'till his resistless Bolts he 'd throw Devouring Coals beneath his Feet did glow All Natures Frame did quake beneath his Feet And with his Hand he the vast Globe did mete The frighted Nations scattered And at his sight the bashful Mountains sled The everlasting Hills their Founder's Voice obey And stoop their lofty Heads to make th' Eternal way The distant Ethiops all Confusion are And Midian's trembling Curtains cannot hide their Fear When thy swift Chariots pass'd the yielding Sea The blushing Waves back in amazement flee Affrighted Iordan stops his flowing Vrn And bids his forward Streams back to their Fountain turn 2. Arm'd with thy mighty Bow Thou marchedst out against thy daring Foe And very terrible thou didst appear To them but thus thy darling People cheer Know Iacob's Sons I am the God of Truth Your Father Iacob's God nor can I break my Oath The Mountains shook as our dread Lord advanc'd And all the little Hills around 'em danc'd The neighb'ring Streams their verdant Banks o'reflow The Waters saw and trembled at the sight Back to their old Abyss they go And bear the News to everlasting Night The Mother Deep within its hollow Caverns roars And beats the silent Shores The Sun above no longer dares to strive Nor will his frighted Steeds their wonted Iourney drive The Moon to see her Brother stop his Car Grew pale and curb'd her sable Reins for Fear Thy threatning Arrows gild their flaming way And at the glittering of thy Spear the Heathen dare not stay The very sight of thee did them subdue And arm'd with Fury thou the Vict'ry didst pursue So now great God wrapt in avenging Thunder Meet thine and William's Foes and tread them groveling under The ATHENIANS To the Compiler of the Pindarick now Recited 1. WE yield we yield the Palm bright Maid be thine How vast a Genius sparkles in each Line How Noble all how Loyal how Divine Sure thou by Heaven-inspir'd art sent To make the Kings and Nations Foes repent To melt each Stubborn Rebel down Or
are Expose no more thy Pearly Teeth the while Those Rosie Cheeks put on kind looks and smile Such genuine charmes how strongly they allure My Soul and all their rivalls beams obscure They 'r numberless my Spouse my Darling Fair But one the Choice and all her Mother bare The Royal Beauties saw the blest the Sight And Setting wonder'd at a Star so Bright Who is 't they say Fair as the breaking Morn When ruddy beams the bashful Skys adorn Clear as the Lamp that Gilds the Sable Night Dazling as Sols unsufferable Light Gentle but awfull as a Scene of War At once her Graces conquer and Indear And could'st thou think my Love I e're design'd To leave a Spouse so Beautiful and Kind I went but down into the Almond-grove A Lone recess indulgent to my Love Thence rang'd the pleasant Vale whose Spreading Vine May quit my care perhaps with Bounteous Wine Where the Pomgranets Blooming Fruits display More Sanguine-Colours then the Wings of Day Or e're I was aware my happy Eyes Met Thee a Juster Object of surprize Fair as a Vision breaking from the Skyes Scarce could my Breast my leaping heart retain Scarce could my Soul the unweildy Joy sustain When I beheld those Wellcome Eyes again But why that Discontent upon the Brow Thou wilt not leave me Cruel Beauty now Injurious Charmer stay What needs this Art To try the Faith of a Too-constant heart Return again let my Companions see The Sweet Inspirer of my Flames in Thee Return my Dear return and shew the most Victorious Face that e're the World could boast THE FABLE of PHAETON Paraphrased From OVID's METAMORPHOSIS WIth swelling thoughts fixt on his great intent Now Phaeton had climb'd the Suns ascent And to his radiant Father's Pallace came Whose heavenly seat lookt blazon'd all with flame On Stately Pedestalls erected high Above the Convex of the utmost Sky It s Glorious Front dazled yet pleas'd the sight With vigorous sallys of AEthereal Light The entrance all divinely deckt was wrought Beyond the invention of a humane thought With various figures exquisite and bold As the Amazing Novelties they told Here awful Neptune rises from the deep Around the peaceful Billows seem to sleep Here dreadful VVhales the Blust'ring Tritons stride And raise a Silver Tempest as they glide In mighty shells the lovely Nereids swim And blewish gods the lofty billows climb Wide from the Shore a pleasant scene of Land With careless Beauty did it self expand Here Mountains Valleys Springs and Sacred Groves Flocks Herds Unpolish'd Shepherds and their Loves The Dryads Satyrs Silver Gods and Fawns Had here their Rural Pallaces and Lawns Above all this appear'd the blest abodes And gay-Pavilions of th' Immortal Gods Upon a Painted-Zodiack brightly shone With Glittering Emralds Sols refulgent Throne Here sate in Purple the Bright God of Day Whom Phaeton now trembles to survey Smooth were his Cheeks most lovely eyes his brows Adorn'd with rays and his own sacred boughs Around the days the months and years attend While at his feet the crooked Ages bend The beauteous Spring more gay than all the rest Stood smiling by clad in a Flowry Vest Summer with Ears of Corn her temples bound And Autumn with Luxuriant Clusters crown'd In order next old hoary Winter stood His Aspect horrid and congeal'd his blood Surrounded thus with Majesty and State Bold Phaeton's Illustrious Father sate The God his ventrous Off-spring now espyes Amaz'd demands What urg'd his enterprize And what great Embassy cou'd bring him to the Skies Monarch of Light the doubtful Youth returns Whose absence Life it self and Nature mourns Most splendid Ruler of the wellcome Day Serenest Spring of all that 's fair and gay If bolder I may speak if e're if e're The Thoughts of Love and Clymene were dear Then grant a certain sign that may on Earth Resolve the question'd grandeur of my Birth My best-lov'd-best-lov'd-Son great Phoebus made Reply And back he casts the radiant Energy Of his thick beams my Phaeton draw Nigh And doubt no longer my Paternal rights For by my Clymene by th' Intense delights That gave thee Birth so now chuse a sign And by the Dark Infernal Lake 't is thine Straight the ambitious youth demands the sway Of his hot Steeds and Chariot of the Day Amaz'd the lucent Deity shook his head Revolving his Tremendous Oath and said Vnthinking Phaeton what dost thou ask Not Iove himself durst undertake the Task Though not a God in the Blew-Arch more great Yet even he 'd decline our Flaming Seat Can'st thou a Mortal then supply my Throne Curb my fierce Steeds and pass the Intemperate Zone So hard and difficult the ascent of day Scarce with fresh Horses vanquish I the way With horror on the distant Earth at Noon We from the Zenith's dismal heighth look down The steep Descent from thence we swiftly roul Nor here our headlong Coursers Brook controul Even Lovely Thetis sees my Fall with dread Though every Night she expects me to her Bed Besides thou'lt meet a Thousand rugged Jarrs From the incountring Motions of the Stars Scarce our Immortal Efforts stem their force Betwixt the Bulls sharp hornes then lies thy course By Sagitarius and the Scorpion's Claws The Gastly Crab and Leo's dreadful Jaws Expect no Groves nor Flowry Mansions there Nor Gods nor Nymphs but Monsters every where Then let a Father's timely Care perswade And yet retract the dangerous Choice thou 'st made Be wise and urge no more this fatal Sign Alas my Grief too sadly speaks thee Mine Of all the Earths or Seas rich Bosoms hide Or Treasures which in upper Air abide Ask what thou wilt or dar'st besides to wish Do Phaeton ask any thing but this And by my former Sacred Oath 't is thine But the hot Youth fixt on his rash design With such an Enterprize the more inflam'd His anxious Father's Oath now boldly claim'd Who forc'd to yield The nimble hours soon brought His Chariot forth in hot Vesuvio wrought By crafty Vulcan and the Cyclops Art who 'd shown immortal skill in every part The Wheels and Axeltree the purest Gold Bright as those Lucid Tracts in which they roul'd The Harness all Emboss'd with Crysolites And twinkling sparks of wondrous colour'd Lights But now Aurora from her Eastern Bed Had o'er the Expanse her Dewy Mantle spread The Sickly Moon the Hemisphere resigns And with her Waning Lucifer declines The Dawning grew more fair and ruddy still And Sol officious now against his will With Sacred Compounds his fierce Orb allays Then crowns the Joyful Hero with his Rays With tender Speeches caution'd thus the while Let not Presumption thy fond Thoughts beguile ' To give my hot unruly Steeds their course But use the Reins with utmost care and force Along a beaten broad and oblique way Far from the Poles now lies the Road of Day Avoid the Altar and the hissing Snake Both opposite betwixt them keep the Track Observe a careful distance from the Skyes Lest thou assront
the awful Deities Nor near the Earth approach the mean is best To Destiny with hope I leave the rest For loe the pale Commandress of the Night Resigns her Empire to th' expected Light Take up the Reins or yet or yet be wise And graspa more proportion'd enterprize But Phaeton as resolute as great Undaunted leaps into the Blazing Seat Pleas'd with his glorious charge nor doubts his Skill To manage it he Mounts th' Olympick Hill Aloud th' Immortal Steeds begin to Neigh And strike their Fiery Hoofs and make new Day As through she clouds they cut their sparkling way And finding now the Reeling Chariot fraught With nothing congruous to Celestial weight Unruly grow and heedless of the Rein It s feeble Checks and trembling Guide disdain And all disorder'd careless of their way Through Paths unknown to Sol himself they stray Now near the Fair Triones who in vain Implor'd more Temperate Quarters in the Main With Heat reviv'd see the fierce Serpent roul Tho' fix'd his Station near the Frozen Pole Bootes sweats and drives his Lazy Team A nimble pace untry'd before by them As much distress'd unhappy Phaeton From Great Olympus arched Top looks down Black horror now and aggravating fear Through all his Conscious thoughts triumphant were He Curst his Pride conspicuous Seat and Birth And covets the obscurest place on Earth To be the Son of Meropes safe below Unknown to Gods and Men would please him now So all confus'd the hopeless Pilot Raves And yields at last to the relentless Waves What can he do much of the Glowing East Is yet Unconquer'd more he dreads the West That dangerous Fall nor one clear Track can fin'd In Heaven nor call his Horses Names to mind VVho now near where the dreadful Scorpion lay Hurryd the shatter'd Chariot of the Day Proud of the Reins which from his trembling hands Now faintly drop no obstacle withstands Their furious course but through the blazing Sky They foam and rave and all disorder'd fly Now upward to the Stars a Path they rend Then down agen the frightful Steeps descend Below her own Diana from afar With wonder views her radiant Brothers Car The exhaled Earth down to its Centre dry Wants Iuice her fainting Products to supply Assaulted with the too prevailing rays In fatal Flames whole Towns and Mountains blaze High Athos Oete and the Pin'y top Of pleasant Ida into Cinders drop Old Tmolus the Cicillian Mount and high Parnassus smoak up to the darkned Sky Vesuvio roars more fierce its entrails glow Nor work the Cyclops at their Anvils now Steep Othrys Cynthus Erix Mimas flame Nor Rhodopean Snows the fiercer Fire can tame Cauoasus frys Dindyma chaps and burns Her kindling Grove fair Aphrodites mourns The Airy Alps and Gloomy Appenine With Ossa in the conflagration shine Surrounded thus with Smoak and Wrathful Fires Unhappy Phaeton almost expires Despair within and Terror all without By 's surious Steeds at pleasure hurl'd about Gasping and saint still hurried round nor more Tho prop't by Fate a Mortal could have bore They say the Ethiopians now with heat Adust and scorch't diffus'd a Sable Sweat And all the wasted Fountains sadly ring Of some fair Nais Mourning for her Spring Nor from the Mightyer Streams the Flame recoils For in its Channel antient Tana'is boyls Xanthus whose Waves agen that Fate must know Maeander whose wild Waters circling flow Melas Eurotas Ister and the Fair Euphrates Torrents half exhausted are Orontes Phasis and the cooler Stream Of Sperchius now like boyling Chaldron's Steam Alpheus Ganges and the flowing Gold That in the Rich Pactolus Channel roul'd The Muses Mourn their Swans who as they dye In Charming Notes breath their own Elegy Deep in his utmost Subterranean Bed Great Nilus hides his undiscover'd Head Earth cracks to Hell descend the hated beams And Plague the howling Ghosts with worse extreams The exhausted Ocean leaves a Field of Sand Nor does vext Neptune one cool Wave command He has lost his share of the grand Monarchy And vainly lifts his forked Trident high The Lovely Sisters melt upon the Rocks While Aged Doris tares her Silver Locks The Phocoe dye the Dolphins vainly dive In scalding streams to keep themselves alive As much the Goddess of the Earth distrest With trembling Lips the King of Gods addrest If thou the Groaning World's Destruction mean Incensed Iove VVhy sleep thy THVNDERS then If thou the cause of this Calamity Or if 't is some less potent God then thee VVhere 's all thy goodness all thy gentle care For Mortals now-that should these Ills repair Have I for this thy Sacred Victims fed In Hecatombs to thy high Altars led Those Altars which with thy bright Temples smoak VVhile Iove in vain the gasping Priests Invoke And loe the Mighty Poles begin to fume And Wher 's thy Starry Seat should they consume Tyr'd Atlas sweating of his load complains And scarce the burning Axletree sustains But fainting here she stop'd and shrinks her head Below the gloomy Lodgings of the Dead Iove calls the Gods with him whose daring Son Too fond of Glory had this Mischief done To view the dreadful flames then mounts on high The lostyest Turret that commands the Sky From whence he us'd to shade the sultry Air And with kind Showers the Parched Earth to chear But throws his Flood-gates open now in vain And prest the light transparent clouds for Rain At which incens'd his ruddy Thunder glows Nor durst the God of beams himself oppose See the wing'd Vengeance now see where it breaks On the rash cause of those lamented Wrecks And sends the bold Usurper breathless down To the scorch't Earth from his affected Throne So strike the Gallick Tyrant that has hurl'd As guilty flames through the complaining VVorld So awful Iove so Strike him from his Seat And all his Aims and all his Hopes defeat THE WISH IN A POEM TO THE ATHENIANS WOu'd some kind Vision represent to me How bright thy Streets Celestial Salem be I 'd trace thy shining pearly Faths and tell How bless'd are those that in thy Temple dwell How much more bright than e're proud Phoebus shed Are those vast Rays the Eternal Sun does spread Cou'd I the chiefest of ten thousands view Wou'd Angels me their Admiration shew I 'd tell the Virgins tell 'em o'reagen How fair he lookt to the black Sons of men Might I but ah while clogg'd with sinful Flesh In vain I breath out the impatient Wish But have a glimpse of those fair Fields of Bliss Where dress'd in Beams the shining Saints do move More gay then all the fancy'd shades of Love Where still from pure exhaustless fountains to Bright Silver streams the Chrystal Waters flow Where the true Son of Glory ne're declines But with unclouded Vigour always shines Where endless Smiles coelestial Faces wear No Eye eclips'd with a rebellious Tear For Greif is an unheard of Stranger there Say then if ought of that bless'd place you know Describe its Bliss its