LYRIC POEMS. 289 'Tis for our health and sweet refreshment (while We sojourn strangers here) the fruitful earth Bears plenteous ; and revolving seasons stilt Dress ber vast globe in various ornament. For us this cheerful sun sad cheerful light Diurnal shine. This blue expanse of sky Hangs, a rich canopy above our heads, Covering our slumbers, all with starry gold Inwrought, when night alternates her return: For us time wears his wings out : Nature keeps Her wheels in motion : and her fabric stands. Glories beyond our ken of mortal sight Are now preparing, and a mansion fair Awaits us, where the saints unbodied live: Spirits releas'd from clay, and purg'd from sin : Thither our hearts with mosi incessant wish Panting aspire ; when shall that dearest hour Shine and release us hence, and bear us high, Bear us at once unsever'd to our better home?" O blestconnubial state ! O happy pair, Eovy'd by yet unsociated souls Who seek their faithful twins ! Your pleasures rise Sweet as the morn, advancing as the day, Fervent as glorious noon, serenely calm As summer evenings. The vile sons of earth Grov'ling in dust, with all their noisy jars, Re>tless, shall interrupt your joys no more Than barking animals affright the moon Sublime, and riding in her midnight way. Friendship and love shall undistinguish'd reign O'er all your passions with unrival'd sway, Mutual and everlasting, Friendship knows .do property in good, but all things common That each possesses, as the light or air In which we breathe and live : There's not one thought Can lurk in close reserve, no barriers fix'd, But every passage open as the day To one another's breast and inmost mind. Thus by communion your delight shall grow, Thus streams of mingled bliss swell higher as they flow, Thus angels mix their flames, and more divinely grow. THE THIRD PART: Or, The Account balanced. 1 SHOULD sat'reign love before me stand, With all his train of pomp and state, And bid the daring muse relate His comforts and his cares ; Mitio, I would not ask the sand For metaphors t' express their weight, Nor borrow numbers from the stars. Thy cares and comforts, sov'reign love Vastly out -weigh the sand below, And to a larger audit grow Than all the stars above. Thy mighty losses and thy gains Are their own mutual measures Only the man that knows thy pain* Can reckon up thy pleasures. . ì'o1.. tx. T
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