Looking upward.
I
The heavens invite mine eye,
The stars salute me round;
Father, I blush, I mourn to lie
Thus grov'ling on the ground.
II
My warmer spirits move,
And make attempts to fly;
I wish aloud for wings of love
To raise me swift and high.
III
Beyond those crystal vaults,
And all their sparkling balls;
They're but the porches to thy courts,
And paintings on thy walls.
IV
Vain world, farewell to you;
Heav'n is my native air:
I bid my friends a short adieu,
Impatient to be there.
V
I feel my powers releast
From their old fleshy clod;
Fair Guardian, bear me up in haste
And set me near my God.
