For this effectual day his art reveal'd,

What has fo oft made nature's fpies to pine,
The load!! one's myftic use, so long conceal'd
In close alliance with the courfer mine.
xxx.

And this, in fleepy vifion, he was bid

To register in characters unknown;
Which heav'n will have from navigators hid,
Till Saturn's walk be twenty circuits grown.
. XXXI.

For as religion (in the warm east bred)

And arts (which next to it most needful were), From vices fprung from their corruption, fled; And thence vouchfaf'd a cold plantation here;

ΧΧΧΙΧ.

Then (fure of either pole) they will with pride,
In ev'ry storm, falute this conftant stone!
And scorn that ftar, which ev'ry cloud could hide;
The feaman's fpark! which foon, as feen, is
gone!

XL.

'Tis fung, the ocean fhall his bonds untie,
And earth in half a globe be pent no more;
Typhis fhall fail, till Thule he defcry,
But a domestic step to distant shore!

XLI.

This Aftragon had read; and what the Greek,
Old Cretias, in Egyptian books had found;
By which his travell'd foul new worlds did feek,
And div'd to find the old Atlantis drown'd.

XLII.

Grave Ulfin thus difcours'd; and now he brings The youths to view the temple built for praise; Where olive, for th' Olympian victor springs; Myrtle, for love's; and for war's triumph, bays,

XLIII.

Thefe, as rewards of praise, about it grew;
For lib'ral praise, from an abundant mind,
Does even the conqueror of fate subdue;
Since heav'n's good King is captive to the kind,

XLIV.

Dark are all thrones, to what this temple feem'd; Whofe marble veins out-fhin'd heav'n's various

bow;

And would (eclipfing all proud Rome esteem'd) To northern eyes, like caftern mornings, show

XLV.

From Paros Ifle, was brought the milky white;
From Sparta, came the green, which cheers the
From Araby, the blushing Onychite,
[view;
And from the Mifnian hills, the deeper blew.

XLVI.

The arched front did on valt pillars fall; Where all harmonious inftruments they spy Drawn out in bols; which from the aurigal To the flat frize, in apt refemblance lie.

XLVII.

Tofs'd cymbals (which the fullen Jews admir'd)
Were figur'd here, with all of ancient choice
That joy did ere invent, or breath inspir'd,
Or flying fingers touch'd into a voice.

XLVIII.

In ftatute o'er the gate, God's fav'rite king (The author of celestial praise) did stand; His quire (that did his fonnets fet and fing) In niches rang'd, attended either hand.

XLIX.

From thefe, old Greeks fweet mufic did improve;
The folemn Dorian did in temples charm,
The fofter Lydian footh'd to bridal love,
And warlike Phrygian did to battle warm!

L.

They enter now, and with glad rev'rence faw
Glory, too folid great to take of pride;

So facred pleasant, as preferves an awe;
Though jealous priests, it neither praise nor hide,

LI.

Tapers and lamps are not admitted here; [grace; Thofe, but with fhadows, give falle beauty