University of Virginia Library

Search this document 
 

collapse section
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
An Ejaculation.
 
 
collapse section
 
 


59

An Ejaculation.

O God! What Eloquence of Mortal Sound
Can paint the Glories, that in Thee are found?
Who can in Worthy Strains proclaim Thy Praise,
Or sing of Thee in Undegrading Lays?
Whilst I behold the Splendors of thy Face,
And the Perfections of thy Nature trace,
Fir'd with Delight, my panting Bosom glows,
My bounding Blood with brisker Motion flows,
Dissolv'd in Raptures of Immortal Love,
I seem to antedate the Joys above!