University of Virginia Library

TO The Reverend Dr. Watts,

Author of Horæ Lyricæ.

When thy pure Soul, seraphic Watts, shall rise,
And mingle with the Music of the Skies;
Thy Bliss with greater Extacy will glow,
For thou hast felt a Taste of Heav'n below:
Already tun'd sublime, immortal Lays,
And strung thy Harp in Jubilees of Praise;
Already pitch'd for Saints thy lofty Song,
And Hallelujahs consecrate thy Tongue,
Anticipate the sacred Choirs on high,
And ope' the Antichambers of the Sky.
Inferior Saints will feel but little more
Of their first Heav'n than Watts has felt before:
Angels to hear his Lays in Crouds will throng,
And Heav'n will learn new Lessons from his Song.