 | Ouâbi : or the virtues of nature |  |
AZÂKIA.
When angry spirits shake the skies,
And 'gainst the good the bad arise,
The golden orb, which lights the day,
Withdraws its clear refulgent ray,
'Till GOODNESS gains his native throne,
And hurls the pow'r of darkness down.
Then shines the FLAMING ORB more clear,
More ardent splendors gild the year.
Thus would this sensual form control
The glory of th' immortal soul;
Would all the charms of light forego,
And chain it to the gloom of woe;
But soon th' unequal contest ends,
Soon the pure soul to bliss ascends,
While thro' the realms of endless day
Ouâbi spreads his brighten'd ray.
And 'gainst the good the bad arise,
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Withdraws its clear refulgent ray,
'Till GOODNESS gains his native throne,
And hurls the pow'r of darkness down.
Then shines the FLAMING ORB more clear,
More ardent splendors gild the year.
Thus would this sensual form control
The glory of th' immortal soul;
Would all the charms of light forego,
And chain it to the gloom of woe;
But soon th' unequal contest ends,
Soon the pure soul to bliss ascends,
While thro' the realms of endless day
Ouâbi spreads his brighten'd ray.
Last night the beaming warrior came,
Envelop'd in surrounding flame,
Stretch'd his heroic arms to me,
And rais'd this loit'ring heart from thee;
If once again he greets my sight,
And calls me to the realms of light,
This killing draught will waft me o'er
The terrors of the win'try shore,
To wander midst the blissful train,
And meet the fearless chief again.
Envelop'd in surrounding flame,
Stretch'd his heroic arms to me,
And rais'd this loit'ring heart from thee;
If once again he greets my sight,
And calls me to the realms of light,
This killing draught will waft me o'er
The terrors of the win'try shore,
To wander midst the blissful train,
And meet the fearless chief again.
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