A Collection of Miscellanies Consisting of Poems, Essays, Discourses & Letters, Occasionally Written. By John Norris ... The Second Edition Corrected |
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The Grant.
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'Twas when the Tide of the returning dayBegan to chase ill forms away,
When pious Dreams the sense imploy,
And all within is Innocence and Joy,
My Melancholy, thoughtful mind
O'recome at length, to sleep resign'd;
Not common sleep, for I was blest
With something more divine, more sweet than rest.
II
She who her fine-wrought Clay had lately left,Of whose sweet form I was bereft,
Was by kind Fancy to me brought,
And made the Object of my happy thought.
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And shone with Empyreal light;
A radiant glory crown'd her head,
She stream'd with Light and Love, and thus she said.
III
And why this Grief and Passion for the Blest?Let all your Sorrows with me rest.
My state is Bliss, but I should live
Yet much more happy, would you cease to grieve.
Dry up your tears (Dear Friend) and be
Happy in my Felicity.
By this your wisdom you'l approve,
Nay (what you'd most of all commend) your Love.
IV
She spake, dissolv'd I lay and overcome,And was with Extasie struck dumb;
But ah the fierce tumultuous joy
Its own weak being hastned to destroy.
To see that lovely Form appear
My Spirits in such commotion were,
Sleep could no more their force controul,
They shook their Fetters off, and free'd my unwilling Soul.
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What Bliss do we oft to Delusion owe!Who would not still be cheated so!
Opinion's an Ingredient
That goes so far to make up true Content,
That even a Dream of Happiness
With real joy the Soul does bless;
Let me but always dream of this,
And I will envy none their waking Bliss.
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