Spiritual Songs, or, Songs of Praise to Almighty God Upon several Occasions Together with The Song of Songs Which is Solomons. First Turn'd, then Paraphrased in English Verse. The Second Edition, Corrected, with an Addition of a Sacred Poem on Dives and Lazarus [by John Mason] |
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ABRAHAM'S Answer.
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ABRAHAM'S Answer.
Art thou forlorn of God, and com'st to me?
What can I tell thee then but misery?
Remember, Son, the Heaven thy Feet have Trod,
Earth was thy Heaven, and pleasure was thy God.
Remember Lazarus had his Hell below.
Thou wast the Devil which did cause his woe.
Now are his Rags Heavens Robes with glorious Beams.
Thy purple, Flames; Thy juncats, Sulphrous streams.
What can I tell thee then but misery?
Remember, Son, the Heaven thy Feet have Trod,
Earth was thy Heaven, and pleasure was thy God.
Remember Lazarus had his Hell below.
Thou wast the Devil which did cause his woe.
Now are his Rags Heavens Robes with glorious Beams.
Thy purple, Flames; Thy juncats, Sulphrous streams.
Is he thy wish who was thy Scorn before,
Shall Lazarus now be well-come to thy door?
And dost imagine some fair Bridge to ly
Betwixt the White and Black Eternity?
No, there's a mighty Gulf which rends in twain,
The Fiery Region and the Ætherial Plain.
We are too happy to be dispossest,
And you so cursed you can ne're be Blest.
We are so rais'd that we can never fall.
And you so sunk, you cannot rise at all.
Once Angels went from Heaven to Hell; But first
They blackned were to Devils and accurst.
Since those Stars fell, none of the Heavenly hosts
Or did or shall Visit th'infernal coasts.
To you it is bitter, but to us 'tis Sweet,
That we are parted and must never meet.
Heaven were not Heaven, if it near Hell were plac'd.
Nor Hell were Hell, if it of Heaven might tast.
Can our pure Light with Smoak and darkness dwell.
The Poles shall sooner meet then Heaven and Hell.
Shall Lazarus now be well-come to thy door?
And dost imagine some fair Bridge to ly
Betwixt the White and Black Eternity?
No, there's a mighty Gulf which rends in twain,
The Fiery Region and the Ætherial Plain.
We are too happy to be dispossest,
And you so cursed you can ne're be Blest.
We are so rais'd that we can never fall.
And you so sunk, you cannot rise at all.
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They blackned were to Devils and accurst.
Since those Stars fell, none of the Heavenly hosts
Or did or shall Visit th'infernal coasts.
To you it is bitter, but to us 'tis Sweet,
That we are parted and must never meet.
Heaven were not Heaven, if it near Hell were plac'd.
Nor Hell were Hell, if it of Heaven might tast.
Can our pure Light with Smoak and darkness dwell.
The Poles shall sooner meet then Heaven and Hell.
Tho' Speech availes not, wracking misery,
Extorts from him another fruitless cry.
Extorts from him another fruitless cry.
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