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If bury one you cannot Love,
Lo, unveil'd Glory's blaze, to Sense con
S PA I N.
Scene after Scene my ravish'd Eyes pursue ; One scarce enjoy'd, another tempts my View. Here Clouds in Streams of Gold are taught to flow: See Paul entranc'd, in Beamy Raptures glow. There, on fresh Flowers repos’d pale Martyrs lain; Yet new to Bliss, and languishing with Pain: Soft Cherubs healing Air, and Harps apply; And circling Triumphs crowd the pitying Sky.
Beneath, on Earth, behold an humble Scene, The meek MESSIAH, with his Pilgrim Train : Disease, retiring, owns his dread Command, And Health, and Light flow from the potent Hand.
There Mystick Nuptials serious Mirth allow; Ambitious Chaplets wreath his awful Brow. Angels in silent Streams strange Nectar pour, And unseen Clusters yield a purple Show'r : The wond’ring Guests perceive th’ inspiring Juice'; And sparkling Cups Cæleftial Joys infuse.
The Funerals paft, here they despair of Aid; While Mourning Loves his tardy Steps upbraid: But see, he comes! See from the yawning Tomb, The rising Youth, like new-born Lillies, bloom! The frighted Sisters shake with pleasing Dread; And tender Shrieks salute the wak’ning Dead.
What smiling Graces my bleft Eyes invade! Hail, bright MARIA! Hail Cæleftial Shade! Here Virgin-Innocence, and Love Divine, Mixt in one Face, in sweet Confusion fhine: And softly varying blend, in doubtful Red, The tender Mother with the blushing Maid; Such glorious Forms the guilty Temples stain, And Crowds, adoring, lift their Hånds in vain.
Thus Ancient Greece prefum'd, with flatt'ring Skill
Vain Thefts of Human Art! No Paint can shew,
S. Damon late, with Chloe sat,
They talk'd of Am’rous Bliffes,
In pleasing Smiles and Kisses;
She thank'd him for his Ditty,
The Flute was wond'rous pretty.
Young Damon, who her. Meaning knew,
Took out his PIPE to Charm her,
And sprightly Airs to warm her,
In all the softest Measure,
And make her dye with Pleasure.