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Inward a glowing heat I feel,
A fpark of heavenly day;
But earthly vapours damp my zeal,
And heavy flesh drags me the downward way.
And mortal paffion charms my foul aftray.
And call me high
To mingle with the choirs of glory and of blifs.
Awakes the fong, and guides the way;
There love and zeal divine and bright
Trace out new regions in the world of light,
And scarce the boldest Muse can follow or obey.
I'm in a dream, and Fancy reigns,
Or is the vifion true?
Behold Religion on her throne,
In awful state descending down.
And her dominions vaft and bright within my spacious She fmiles, and with a courteous hand
She beckons me away;
I feel mine airy powers loofe from the cumbrous clay,
And with a joyful hafte obey
Religion's high command.
What lengths and heights and depths unknown !
And feas, and fkies, and ftars her own,
In an unmeafur'd sphere!
What heavens of joy, and light ferene,
A long farewell to all below,
Now the fwift tranfports of the mind
Leave the fluttering Muse behind,
A thousand loofe Pindaric plumes fly fcattering down the
Amongst the clouds I lose my breath,
The rapture grows too strong:
I will no more demand my tongue,
Till the grofs organ well refin'd
Can trace the boundless flights of an unfetter'd mind, And raife an equal fong.
The following Poems of this Book are peculiarly dedicated to Divine Love*.
The Hazard of loving the Creatures.
'Tis dangerous to let loose our love
Beneath th' Eternal Fair.
Souls whom the tie of friendship binds,
And partners of our blood,
Seize a large portion of our minds,
And leave the lefs for God.
Nature has foft but powerful bands,
And reafon fhe controls;
While children with their little hands
Hang clofeft to our fouls.
Thoughtless they act th' old ferpent's part;
What tempting things they be!
Lord, how they twine about our heart,
And draw it off from thee !
Our hafty wills ruh blindly on
Where rifing paffion rolls,
And thus we make our fetters ftrong
To bind our flavifh fouls.
* Different ages have their different airs and fafhions of writing. It was much more the fashion of the age, when thefe poems were written, to treat of divine fubjects in the ftyle of Solomon's Song than it is at this day, which will afford fome apology for the writer, in younger years.
Dear Sovereign, break thefe fetters off,
And fet our fpirits free;.
God in himself is blifs enough,
Defiring to love CHRIST.
COME, let me love: or is thy mind
Harden'd to ftone, or froze to ice?
I fee the bleffed Fair-one bend
And ftoop t' embrace me from the skies!
O'tis a thought would melt a rock,
That thofe fweet lips, that heavenly look,
I was a traitor doom'd to fire,
Infinite grace! Almighty charms!
Did pity ever stoop so low,
Drefs'd in divinity and blood?
Again he lives; and fpreads his hands,
Sure I must love; or are my ears
The HEAR T given away.
there are paffions in my foul, (And paffions fure they be) Now they are all at thy control, My Jefus, all for Thee.
If love, that pleafing power, can rest
Come, gentle Saviour, to my breast,
Let the gay world, with treacherous art
I have convey'd away my heart,
I feel my warmest paffions dead
To all that earth can boast; This foul of mine was never made
For vanity and dust.