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Behold the glooms difperfe, the rofy morn "Smiles in the Eaft with eye-lids opening fair, "But not fo fair as thine; OI could fold Thee, "My young Almighty, my Creator-Babe, "For ever in thefe arms! For ever dwell "Upon thy lovely form with gazing joy, "And every pulfe thould beat feraphic love! "Around my feat fhould crouding cherubs come "With swift ambition, zealous to attend "Their prince, and form a heaven below the fky.
"Forbear, Chariffa, O forbear the thought "Of female-fondness, and forgive the man "That interrupts fuch melting harmony !" Thus Mitio; and awakes her nobler powers To pay just worfhip to the facred King, Jefus, the God; nor with devotion pure Mix the careffes of her fofter fex ;
(Vain blandishment!) "Come, turn thine eyes afide "From Bethlehem, and climb up the doleful steep "Of bloody Calvary, where naked fculls
"Pave the fad road, and fright the traveller. "Can my Beloved bear to trace the feet
"Of her Redeemer panting up the hill
"Hard burden'd? Can thy heart attend his cross?
"Searching the deep contrivance, and admire
The fair difciple heard; her paffions move
Brought down to men; feal'd by the facred Three
On bankrupt mortals who believe and love
"Then, my Chariffa, all is thine. "And thine, my Mitio, the fair faint replies.
"Life, death, the world below, and worlds on high,
"'Tis for our health and fweet refreshment, (while
Hangs a rich canopy above our heads, “Covering our flumbers, 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 fabrick ftands. "Glories beyond our ken of mortal fight "Are now preparing, and a mansion fair "Awaits us, where the faints unbody'd live. "Spirits releas'd from clay, and purg'd from fin: "Thither our hearts with moft inceffant with
Panting afpire; when shall that dearest hour
"Shine and releafe us hence, and bear us high,
O bleft connubial ftate ! O happy pair,
Envy'd by yet unfociated fouls
Who seek their faithful twins! Your pleafures rife
Sweet as the morn, advancing as the day,
In which we breathe and live: There's not one thought
But every paffage open as the day
To one another's breaft, and inmoft mind.
Thus ftreams of mingled blifs fwell higher as they flow,
The THIRD PART: Or
The ACCOUNT balanced.
SHOULD fovereign love before me stand,
And bid the daring Mufe relate
His comforts and his cares ;
Mitio, I would not atk the fand
Thy cares and comforts, fovereign Love,
Than all the stars above.
Thy mighty loffes and thy gains
Are their own mutual measures;
Say, Damon, fay, how bright the scene,
Leaning his head on his Florella's breaft,
Without a jealous thought, or buiy care between :
Nor can thy foul's remoteft part
Conceal a thought or with from the beloved fair.
When friendship all-fincere grows up to ecftacy,
Or fporting innocently at thy feet
Thy kindest thoughts engage :
Thofe little images of thee,
What pretty toys of youth they be,
And growing props of age!
But fhort is earthly blifs! The changing wind
Malignant fevers on its fultry wings,
Relentless death fits clofe behind: