A Collection of Miscellanies Consisting of Poems, Essays, Discourses & Letters, Occasionally Written. By John Norris ... The Second Edition Corrected |
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The Refinement.
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The Refinement.
I
Well, 'twas a hard Decree of Fate,My Soul, to Clip thy pinions so,
To make thee leave thy pure Ethereal state
And breath the Vapours of this Sphere below,
Where he that can pretend to have
Most Freedom,'s still his body's Slave.
II
Was e're a Substance so divineWith such an unlike Consort joyn'd?
Did ever things so wide, so close combine
As massy Clods and Sun-beams, Earth and mind?
When yet two Souls can ne're agree
In Frienship, but by parity.
III
Unequal match! what wilt thou do,My Soul, to raise thy Plumes again?
How wilt thou this gross vehicle subdue,
And thy first Bliss, first Purity obtain?
Thy Consort how wilt thou refine,
And be again all o're divine?
IV
Fix on the Sovereign Fair thy eye,And kindle in thy breast a flame;
Wind up thy Passions to a pitch so high
Till they melt down, and rarify thy frame.
Like the great Prophet then aspire,
Thy Chariot will like his, be Fire.
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