A Collection of Miscellanies Consisting of Poems, Essays, Discourses & Letters, Occasionally Written. By John Norris ... The Second Edition Corrected |
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The Aspiration.
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The Aspiration.
I
How long great God, how must IImmur'd in this dark Prison lye!
Where at the Grates and Avenues of sense
My Soul must watch to have intelligence.
Where but faint gleams of thee salute my sight,
Like doubtful Moonshine in a Cloudy night.
When shall I leave this magic Sphere,
And be all Mind, all Eye, all Ear!
II
How Cold this Clime! and yet my sensePerceives even here thy influence.
Even here thy strong Magnetic Charms I feel,
And pant and tremble like the Amorous steel.
To lower good and Beauties less Divine
Sometimes my erroneous Needle does decline
But yet (so strong the sympathy)
It turns, and points again to thee.
III
I long to see this ExcellenceWhich at such distance strikes my sense.
My impatient Soul struggles to disengage
Her wings from the confinement of her Cage.
Would'st thou great Love this Prisoner once set free,
How would she hasten to be linkt to thee!
She'd for no Angels Conduct stay,
But fly, and love on all the way.
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