Several Occasions.
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Oh! for Elijah's Car to wing my Way
O'er the dark Gulph of Death to endless Day!
O'er the dark Gulph of Death to endless Day!
Confounded at the Sight, my Spirits fled,
My Eyes rain'd Tears, my very Heart was dead!
I wail'd the Lot of Man that all would shun,
And all must bear that breathe beneath the Sun.
My Eyes rain'd Tears, my very Heart was dead!
I wail'd the Lot of Man that all would shun,
And all must bear that breathe beneath the Sun.
When lo! an heav'nly Form divinely Fair,
Shoots from the starry Vault thro' Fields of Air;
And swifter than on Wings of Lightning driv'n,
At once seems here and there, in Earth and Heav'n!
A dazling Brightness in refulgent Streams
Flows from his Locks inwreath'd with sunny Beams;
His roseate Cheeks the Bloom of Heav'n display,
And from his Eyes dart Glories, more than Day:
A Robe, of Light condens'd, around him shone,
And his Loins glitter'd with a starry Zone:
Shoots from the starry Vault thro' Fields of Air;
And swifter than on Wings of Lightning driv'n,
At once seems here and there, in Earth and Heav'n!
A dazling Brightness in refulgent Streams
Flows from his Locks inwreath'd with sunny Beams;
His roseate Cheeks the Bloom of Heav'n display,
And from his Eyes dart Glories, more than Day:
A Robe, of Light condens'd, around him shone,
And his Loins glitter'd with a starry Zone:
And
