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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,
That the most active Part of all

The various Compound caft in Nature's Mould,
Is that which they Mercurial Spirit call.

But fure 'tis Love they should have said,
Without this even their Spirit is Dead.
III.

Love's the great Spring of Nature's Wheel,
Love does the Mafs pervade and move,

What 'fcapes the Sun's, does thy warm Influence feel,
The Univerfe is kept in tune by Love.
Thou Nature giv'ft her Sympathy,
The Center has its Charm from thee.

IV.

Love did great Nothing's barren Womb
Impregnate with his genial Fire;

From this first Parent did all Creatures come,
Th' Almighty will'd, and made all by Defire.
Nay more, among the Sacred Three,
The third Subfiftence is from thee.

V.

The happiest Order of the Bleft

Are thole whofe Tide of Love's most high,

The bright Seraphick Hoft; who're more poffeft
Of good, becaufe more like the Deity.

Thim they advance as they improve
Their noble Heat, for God is Love.

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,

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The proper Element of Love.

The Confummation: A Pindarick Ode.

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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,
She flyes, and haftens to relate

The laft and dreadful Scene of Fate,
Nature's great folemn Funeral.

I fee the mighty Angel ftand

Cloath'd with a Cloud, and Rain-bow round his Head,
His right Foot on the Sea, his other on the Land,
He lifted up his dreadful Arm, and thus he said,
By the Myfterious great Three-one

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.
The Antient Stager of the Day

Has run his Minutes out, and numb'rd all his way.
The parting Ifthmus is thrown down

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,
And mighty Thundrings faid, Amen.
What dreadful found's this ftrikes my Ear?
'Tis fure th' Arch-angel's Trump I hear,
Nature's great Paffing-bell, the only Call
Of Gods that will be heard by all.
The Universe takes the Alarm, the Sea
Trembles at the great Angel's found,
And roars almoft as loud as he,

Seeks a new Channel, and would fain run under-ground.
The Earth it felf does no lefs quake,

And all throughout, down to the Center shake,
The Graves unclofe, and the deep Sleepers there awake.
The Sun's arrested in his way,

He dares not forward.

go,

But wondring ftands at the great hurry here below.
The Stars forget their Laws, and like loose Planets ftray.
See how the Elements refign

Their numerous charge, the fcatter'd Atoms home repair,
Some from the Earth, fome from the Sea, fome from the
They know the great Alarm,

And in confus'd mixt numbers fwarm,

Till rang'd and fever'd by the Chymistry divine.
The Father of Mankind's amaz'd to fee

The Globe too narrow for his Progeny.

But 'tis the closing of the Age,

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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:
The Fire the fubterraneous Vaults does fpoil,
The Mountains sweat, the Sun does boil;
The Sea, her mighty Pulfe, beats high;
The Waves of Fire more proudly rowl;
The Fiends in their deep Caverns howl,

And with the frightful Trumpet mix their hideous Cry.
Now is the Tragic Scene begun;

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?
Muft all promifcuoufly expire.

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?
Lo, with a mighty Hoft he's come:

I fee the parted Clouds give way;
I fee the Banner of the Crofs difplay.
Death's Conquerour in pomp appears,
In his right Hand a Palm he bears,
And in his Looks Redemption wears:
Th' illuftrious Glory of this Scene
Does the difpairing Saints infpire
With Joy, with Rapture and Defire;
Kindles the higher Life that dormant lay within.
Th' awaken'd Virtue does its Strength difplay
Melts and refines their droffy Clay;

New-caft into a pure #thereal Frame
They fly and mount aloft in Vehicles of Flame.
Slack here my Mufe thy roving Wing,
And now the World's untun'd, let down thy

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Do not ask thee Fate, to give
This little fpan a long Reprieve.
Thy pleafures here are all fo poor and vain,

I care not hence how foon I'm gone..
Date as thou wilt my Time, I than't complain;
May I but ftill live free, and call it all my own.

II.

Let my Sand flide away apace;

I care not, fo I hold the Glafs.
Let me my Time, my Books, my Self enjoy;
Give me from Cares a fure retreat;

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:
The great Man boafts of Liberty.
He's pinnion'd up by former Rules of State;
Can ne'er from Noife and Duft retire;
He's haunted still by Crouds that round him wait,
His lot's to be in Pain, as that of Fools t' admire.
IV.

Mean while the Swain his calm repofe,
Freely he comes and freely goes.

Thus the bright Stars whofe ftation is more high,
Are fix'd and by ftrict measures move,

While lower Planets wanton in the Sky,

Are bound to no fet Laws, but humourfomily rove. 'caven's divine order the Planets tell

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