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 | The complete works, poetry and prose, of the Rev. Edward Young prefixed, a life of the author, by John Doran ... With eight illustrations on steel, and a portrait. In two volumes |  |
What can reclaim you? Dare I hope profound
Philosophers the converts of a song?
Yet know, its title flatters you, not me;
Yours be the praise to make my title good:
Mine to bless Heaven, and triumph in your praise.
But since so pestilential your disease,
Though sovereign is the medicine I prescribe,
As yet I'll neither triumph nor despair:
But hope, ere long, my midnight dream will wake
Your hearts, and teach your wisdom—to be wise:
For why should souls immortal, made for bliss,
E'er wish (and wish in vain!) that souls could die?
What ne'er can die, O! grant to live; and crown
The wish, and aim, and labour of the Skies;
Increase, and enter on, the joys of heaven:
Thus shall my title pass a sacred seal,
Receive an imprimatur from above,
While angels shout—“An Infidel Reclaim'd!”
Philosophers the converts of a song?
Yet know, its title flatters you, not me;
Yours be the praise to make my title good:
Mine to bless Heaven, and triumph in your praise.
But since so pestilential your disease,
Though sovereign is the medicine I prescribe,
As yet I'll neither triumph nor despair:
But hope, ere long, my midnight dream will wake
Your hearts, and teach your wisdom—to be wise:
For why should souls immortal, made for bliss,
E'er wish (and wish in vain!) that souls could die?
What ne'er can die, O! grant to live; and crown
The wish, and aim, and labour of the Skies;
Increase, and enter on, the joys of heaven:
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Receive an imprimatur from above,
While angels shout—“An Infidel Reclaim'd!”
| The complete works, poetry and prose, of the Rev. Edward Young prefixed, a life of the author, by John Doran ... With eight illustrations on steel, and a portrait. In two volumes | |