There on the wing a guard of cherubs lies, 25 And well defends the walls from fieges and furprife. III. With pleafing rev'rence I behold The pearly portals wide unfold: Enter, my foul! and view th' amazing scenes; 30 The laws forbid the ftranger pain, IV. See how the bubbling springs of love The streams in crystal channels move, 40 45 Here may thy greedy fenfes feast 50 While ecstasy and health attends on ev'ry tafte. Fearless I feed on the delicious fare, And drink profuse falvation from the filver flood, V. In facred order rang'd along Saints, new releas'd by death, Join the bold feraphs' warbling breath, Each has a voice that tunes his ftrings And like the trumpet strong. I was all car; Thro' all my pow'rs the heav'nly accents roll: I long'd and wifh'd my Bradb'ry there: "Could he but hear thefe notes," I faid,. "His tuneful foul would never bear "The dull unwinding of life's tedious thread, 55 69 65 70 But burst the vital chords to reach the happy dead." VI. 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. 75 Again my foul th' unequal honour fought, Again her utmost force she brought, [thought. And bow'd beneath the burden of th' unwieldy Th' immortal labour flrain'd my feeble frame, In vain I fought the fcenes of light, 80 85 For all around 'em food my curtains and the night. Strict religion very rare. I. I'm borne aloft and leave the crowd, I fail upon a morning cloud Skirted with dawning gold; Mine eyes beneath the op'ning day Command the globe with wide furvey, 5 Where ants in bufy millions play And tug and heave the mould. JI. "Are these the things," my Paffion cry'd, 'They 'ave rased out their Maker's name ΙΟ III. "Wretches! they hate their native skies; "If an ethereal thought arise "Or spark of virtue fhine, "With cruel force they damp its plumes, "Choke the young fire with fenfual fumes, "With bus'nefs, luft, or wine. IV. "Lo! how they throng with panting breath "The broad defcending road "That leads unerring down to death, "Nor mifs the dark abode." Thus while I drop a tear or two On the wild herd, a noble few I meet Myrtillo mounting high, Charin I faw and Fidea there, I faw them help each other's flight, 15 20 25 30 They foar beyond my lab'ring fight, 35 And leave their loads of mortal care, But not their love below. On heav'n, their home, they fix their eyes, The temple of their God; With morning incense up they rife Sublime, and thro' the lower fkies Spread the perfumes abroad. VI.. Across the road a feraph flew ; Charm'd with the pleasure and surprise My foul adores, and fings "Blefs'd be the Pow'r that fprings their flight, "That streaks their path with heav'nly light, "That turns their love to facrifice, “And joins their zeal forwings!" To Mr. C. and S. Fleetwood. I. FLEETWOODS, young gen'rous pair! Honour, and gold, and paint, and dust, How vile the last is, and as vain the first! 40 45 50 54 5 |