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The Elevation.

1

O how ambitious is my Soul,
How high she now aspires!
There's nothing can on Earth controul,
Or limit her Desires.

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2

Upon the Wings of Thought she flies
Above the reach of Sight,
And finds a way thro' pathless Skies
To everlasting Light:

3

From whence with blameless Scorn she views
The Follies of Mankind;
And smiles to see how each pursues
Joys fleeting as the Wind.

4

Yonder's the little Ball of Earth,
It lessens as I rise;
That Stage of transitory Mirth,
Of lasting Miseries:

5

My Scorn does into Pity turn,
And I lament the Fate
Of Souls, that still in Bodies mourn,
For Faults which they create:

6

Souls without Spot, till Flesh they wear,
Which their pure Substance stains:
While they th' uneasie Burthen bear,
They're never free from Pains.