'Tis not that knowledge I defpife; III. Thought I, for any thing I know, And will not pafs above, tho current here below View, like the fun at ebb of day: Why then fhall I with fweat and pain My labour's certain, fo is not my store, So when the honeft Patriarch thought Or grant fome knowledge dwells below, Till I'm fet loofe from this dark houfe of clay, What What need I then great fums lay out, The 634 Chapter of ISAIAH paraphrafed to the 6th Verfe. A PINDARIQUE ODE. I. Trange fcene of glory! am I well awake! ST Or is't my fancy's wild mistake? It cannot be a dream,bright beams of light Flow from the vifions face, and peirce my tender fight. No common vifion this, I fee Some marks of more than human Majefty. With glories round his head, and terror in his brow O'erfpreads his cloaths, and does outvie And full of Majefty, as is his face. II. Why wear'ft thou then this fcarlet die? Why do thy garments look all red The The wine-prefs I alone have trod, That vaft unwieldy frame, which long did ftand Unmov'd, and which no mortal force could e'es command, That ponderous mass I ply'd alone A mighty task it was, worthy the Son of God. Inrag'd I put forth all my might And down the engine prefs'd, the violent force With ornamental drops bedeck'd I ftood, III. The day, the fignal day is come When of my enemies I muft vengeance take; The day when death fhall have its doom, And the dark Kingdom with its powers shall shake. Fate in her kalendar mark'd out this day with red, She folded down the iron leaf, and thus fhe faid. This day, if ought I can divine be true, Shall for a fignal victory Be celebrated to pofterity: Then fhall the Prince of light defcend, And refcue mortals from th' infernal fiend, Break through his strongest forts, and all his hoft fubdue, This faid, the shut the adamantime volume close, And with'd the might the crouding yearstranspose; So much the long'd to have the fcene difplay, And fee the vast event of this important day. IV. And now in midst of the revolving years, Has number'd out the days, and the fet period run. My My angelick guards ftood trembling by, How all deferted me. I took my fury for my fole fupport Strain'd to an higher pitch of joy and love, TA The ELEVATION. I. Ake wing (my foul) and upwards bend thy flight, To thy originary fields of light, Here nothing, nothing here below That can deferve thy longer ftay; A fecret whifper bids thee To purer air, and beams of native day. Th' ambition of the tow'ring lark out-vy, And like him fing as thou doft upward йy. II. go How all things leffen which my foul before How do I mortals, with their joys defpife! III. How vile, how fordid here thofe trifles fhew, İs one confus'd dark mafs of night. IV. On, on, the task is eafie now and light, V. But fee, to what new region am I come? Which did all good, no evil know: Ah; who wou'd fuch fweet blifs refign VI. A good retrieve: But lo, while thus 1 fpeak, With what bright glories does it fhine! "Tis one immenfe and ever-flowing light. Stop here, my foul; thou canst not bear more blifs, Nor can thy now rais'd palate ever relish less. T ANNOTATIONS. HE general defign of the precedent poem is to reprefent the gradual afcent of the foul by contemplation to the fupreme good, together with its firm adherency to it, and its full acqui |