Philomela Or, Poems By Mrs. Elizabeth Singer, [Now Rowe,] ... The Second Edition |
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THE WISH. TO THE ATHENIANS. |
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THE WISH. TO THE ATHENIANS.
Would some kind Vision represent to meHow bright thy Streets, Celestial Salem! be;
I'd trace thy shining pearly Paths, and tell
How bless'd are Those who in thy Temple dwell:
How much more bright than e'er proud Phœbus shed
Are those vast Rays th' Eternal Sun does spread!
Cou'd I the chiefest of Ten Thousand view,
Wou'd Angels me their Admiration shew,
I'd tell the Virgins, tell 'em o'er agen
How Fair he look'd to the Black Sons of Men:
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In vain I breathe out the impatient Wish!
But have a Glimpse of those fair Fields of Bliss,
Where dress'd in Beams, the shining Saints do move
More gay than all the fancy'd Shades of Love:
Where still from pure exhaustless Fountains, to
Bright Silver Streams the Crystal Waters flow;
Where the true Son of Glory ne'er declines,
But with unclouded Vigour always shines.
Where endless Smiles Celestial Faces wear,
No Eye eclips'd with a rebellious Tear,
For Grief is an unheard-of Stranger there.
Say then, if aught of that bless'd Place you know,
Describe its Bliss, its dazzling Glories show!
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