Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd | ||
Ostella visiting me in time of Sicknesse.
Blest be that Tongue that whisper'd in your Ear,my Sicknesse: Heaven did surely send you here,
Upon some Angels Wing to give repose
to my Distracted Thoughts, this Pitty shews
You are ally'd to Heaven, I was but now,
cold as the Morning Air, or Deaths chill Brow:
And now a soft Heat steals through ev'ry Vein,
and warms my Heart, thus you revive the Slain,
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up in continuall sleep, would rouze and rise
To blesse this happy Omen, so from far
the Kings rejoic'd when as the Eastern Star
Appeard to them; like Comfort You do bring:
for when good Works are done Angels do sing.
Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd | ||