Several Occasions.
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So did'st thou vanish, eager to appear,
And shine triumphant in thy native Sphere.
And shine triumphant in thy native Sphere.
Yet had'st thou all that Virtue can bestow,
All, the Good practise, and the Learned know;
Such holy Rapture, as not warms, but fires,
While the Soul seems retiring, or retires:
Such Transports, as those Saints in Vision share,
Who know not whether they are rapt thro' Air,
Or bring down Heav'n to meet them in a Pray'r.
All, the Good practise, and the Learned know;
Such holy Rapture, as not warms, but fires,
While the Soul seems retiring, or retires:
Such Transports, as those Saints in Vision share,
Who know not whether they are rapt thro' Air,
Or bring down Heav'n to meet them in a Pray'r.
O! early lost! yet steadfast to survey
Envy, Disease, and Death, without Dismay;
Serene, the Sting of [1]Pain thy Thoughts beguile,
And make Afflictions, Objects of a Smile.
So the fam'd Patriarch, on his Couch of Stone
Enjoy'd bright Visions from th'eternal Throne.
Envy, Disease, and Death, without Dismay;
Serene, the Sting of [1]Pain thy Thoughts beguile,
And make Afflictions, Objects of a Smile.
So the fam'd Patriarch, on his Couch of Stone
Enjoy'd bright Visions from th'eternal Throne.
Thus
- ↑ The Gout.