A paraphrase upon the canticles and some select hymns of the New and Old Testament, with other occasional compositions in English verse. By Samuel Woodford |
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SONNET.
Loves Exaltation.
Enlarge Thy flight, Love, said I, and on highRaise my dull Soul, those Beauties to admire,
Which in the Heav'nly Treasuries do lie,
And Mortal Brests with holy Flame inspire!
Shew me the Spring of that Celestial Fire,
Design'd our Earthy Dross to purifie,
But after which in vain below we' enquire,
Who sit down ith' warm Sun of a fair Eye!
So up he rais'd me, but no Tongue can tell,
What I in Rapturous Vision did behold:
My Love I found was Pure, and made me bold:
This only I remember very well,
So high we soar'd, till on an Arch above,
I saw inscrib'd, SACRED TO HEAVENLY LOVE.
| A paraphrase upon the canticles | |