Poems on Several Occasions Together with the Song of the Three Children Paraphras'd. By The Lady Chudleigh |
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The Elevation.
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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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Upon the Wings of Thought she fliesAbove the reach of Sight,
And finds a way thro' pathless Skies
To everlasting Light:
3
From whence with blameless Scorn she viewsThe 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:
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Souls without Spot, till Flesh they wear,Which their pure Substance stains:
While they th' uneasie Burthen bear,
They're never free from Pains.
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