LOVE. I. Mperial Paffion! Sacred Fire! When we of meaner Subjects fing, Thou tun'it our Harps, thou doft our Souls infpire, 'Tis Love directs the Quill, 'tis Love ftrikes every String. But where's another Deity T' infpire the Man that fings of thee? II. Ware by mistaken Chymifts told, The various Compound caft in Nature's Mould, But fure 'tis Love they should have said, Love's the great Spring of Nature's Wheel, What 'fcapes the Sun's, does thy warm Influence feel, IV. Love did great Nothing's barren Womb From this first Parent did all Creatures come, V. The happiest Order of the Bleft Are thole whofe Tide of Love's most high, The bright Seraphick Hoft; who're more poffeft Thim they advance as they improve VI. Shall then a Paffion fo Divine Stoop down and Mortal Beauties know? Nature's great Statute Law did ne're defign That Heavenly Fire should kindle here below; Let it afcend and dwell above, The proper Element of Love. The Confummation: A Pindarick Ode. I.. THE rife of Monarchies, and their long, weighty fall My Mufe out-foars; the proudly leaves behind The Pomps of Courts, the leaves our little All, To be the humble Song of a lefs reaching Mind. In vain I curb her tow'ring flight; All I can here prefent's too fmall. She preffes on, and now has loft their fight, The laft and dreadful Scene of Fate, I fee the mighty Angel ftand Cloath'd with a Cloud, and Rain-bow round his Head, Whose Power we fear, and Truth adore I fwear the Fatal Thred is (pun, Nature fhall breath her laft, and Time fhall be no more. Has run his Minutes out, and numb'rd all his way. And all fhall now be overflown. Time fhall no more her under-current know But one with great Eternity fhall grow, Their ftreams fhall mix, and in one Circling Channel flow. H. He II. He spake, Fate writ the Sentence with her Iron Pen, Seeks a new Channel, and would fain run under-ground. And all throughout, down to the Center shake, He dares not forward. go, But wondring ftands at the great hurry here below. Their numerous charge, the fcatter'd Atoms home repair, And in confus'd mixt numbers fwarm, Till rang'd and fever'd by the Chymistry divine. The Globe too narrow for his Progeny. But 'tis the closing of the Age, (Air: LIVING ING And all the Actors now at once mult Grace the Stage. III. Now Muse exalt thy wing, be bold and dare, Fate does a wondrous Scene prepare; The Central Fire which hitherto did burn Dull like a Lamp in a moist clammy Urn, Fann'd by the breath divine begins to glow, The Fiends are all amaz'd below. But that will no Confinement know, Breaks through its Sacred Fence, and plays more free Than thou with all thy vaft Pindarick Liberty. Nature Nature does fick of a frong Fever lye: And with the frightful Trumpet mix their hideous Cry. The Fire in Triumph marches on; (Sun. The Earth's girt round with Flames, and feems another IV. But whither does this lawlefs Judgment roam? A Sacrifice in Sodom's Fire? Read thy Commiffion, Fate; fure all are not thy due, No, thou must fave the virtuous Few. But where's the Angel Guardian to avert the Doom? I fee the parted Clouds give way; New-caft into a pure #thereal Frame tho' heav'n teny high-set lend (String. FREE I I. Do not ask thee Fate, to give I care not hence how foon I'm gone.. II. Let my Sand flide away apace; I care not, fo I hold the Glafs. Let no impertinence my Hours imploy, That's in one word, kind Heaven, let me ne'er be great. .III.. In vain from Chains and Fetters free: Mean while the Swain his calm repofe, Thus the bright Stars whofe ftation is more high, While lower Planets wanton in the Sky, Are bound to no fet Laws, but humourfomily rove. 'caven's divine order the Planets tell where, way one, that er from order fell he Poet in his humour often strays nd oft his reader leads into a maze. But when GOD'S LAWS the TWELVE in order jou To The BUILDING STANDSFORTIS A FRAMEDIVÍNE |