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Run themselves out of breath
To overtake it.
They'll not forsake it.
He'll not abate it ;
Mad sinners hate it.
Is this the world men choose,
And not receive it?
And I'd not leave it ;
Lest wrath there find thee; Thy refuge-rest is nigh;
Look not behind thee!
Boldly believe it.
O Lord, receive it!
The dead He raises ;
HYMN FOR ADVENT; OR CHRIST”S COMING TO
JERUSALEM IN TRIUMPH.
Why dost Thou stay?
With longing expectation wait
Profane that holy place,
Where Thou hast chose to set thy face.
The stones out of the temple wall
Shall cry aloud, and call
BEYOND THE VEIL.
They are all gone into the world of light,
And I alone sit lingering here; Their very memory is fair and bright,
And my sad thoughts doth clear.
Like stars upon some gloomy grove,
After the sun's remove.
I see them walking in an air of glory,
Whose light doth trample on my days;
Mere glimmering and decays.
High as the heavens above!
To kindle my cold love.
Shining nowhere but in the dark;
Could man outlook that mark!
He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know,
At first sight, if the bird be flown;
25 And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams
Call to the soul when man doth sleep,
And into glory peep.
Her captive flames must needs burn there;
She'll shine through all the sphere.
35 Resume thy spirit from this world of thrall
Into true liberty.
My perspective still as they pass ;
40 Where I shall need no glass.
PART THE THIRD.
ODE ON SOLITUDE.
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest, who can unconcern’dly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day, Sound sleep by night ; study and ease,
Together mixed ; sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please
15 With meditation. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown ;
Thus unlamented let me die,
Tell where I lie.
STELLA'S BIRTHDAY. 1720.
All travellers at first incline
Will call again, and recommend
Now this is Stella's case in fact,
Then who can think we'll quit the place,
Then, Chloe, still go on to prate