134 THE ENTERTAINMENT. No wanton songs of sirens can surprise And you, whose am'rous, whose select desires With greater happiness than can be found Unflames your courage in pursuit, draw near, In wealth, see him in all; see all in him: Conceiv'st him lodg'd in cross, or lost in pain? F Dart up thy soul in groans: thy secret groan Groans fresh'd with vows, and vows made salt with tears; Unscale his eyes, and scale his conquer'd ears: Shoot up the bosom shafts of thy desire, Feather'd with faith, and double-fork'd with fire; And they will hit: fear not, where Heav'n bids come, Heav'n's never deaf, but when man's heart is dumb. My soul hath desired thee in the night. GOOD GOD! what horrid darkness doth surround The bold-fac'd lamp of Heav'n can set and rise; Of gazing mortals; his victorious ray Can chase the shadows, and restore the day: Falls have their risings, wanings have their primes, All states have changes hurried with the swings |