LXIV. These cordial drops, these spirit healing balms, And now grown fresh and strong, she makes her rise, But, ah! why do we (simple as we been) With curious labour, dim, and vailed sight, Pry in the nature of this king and queen, Groping in darkness for so clear a light? A light, which once could not be thought or told, Rather lament we this their wretched fate, To fair Voletta, both their lights conspiring. When both replenish'd with celestial light, All coming evils could foresee and fly; When both with clearest eye, and perfect sight, Whose pictures now they scarcely see with pain, Which thin and empty glide along Avernus' plain. LXVIII. The flow'rs that, frighten'd with sharp winter's dread, Retire into their mother Tellus' womb, Yet in the spring in troops new mustered Spreading his flower'd purple to the skies; The hedge, green satin pink'd and cut, arrays; The pansy, her wrought velvet garment bears; How falls it then, that such a heav'nly light, As this great king's should sink so wondrous low,, Ah! never could he hope once to repair So great a wane, should not that new-born Sun, Adopt him both his brother and his heir ; Who through base life, and death, and Hell, would run, To seat him in his lost, now surer cell, That he may mount to Heav'n, He sunk to Hell; That he might liye, He died, that he might rise, He fell ! LXXII. A perfect virgin breeds and bears a son, Th' immortal father of his mortal mother; His own creator, Earth's scorn, Heav'n's pride; Thou uncreated Sun, Heav'n's glory bright! Ah, what reward, what thanks shall we restore! That thee we know and love, comes from thy love and thee. Receive, what we can only back return, (Yet that we may return, thou first must give) A heart, which fain would flame, which fain would burn In praise; for thee, to thee, would only live: And thou (who satt'st in night to give us day) Light and enflame us with thy glorious ray, That we may back reflect, and borrow'd light repay. LXXV. So we beholding with immortal eye, The glorious picture of thy heav'nly face, In his first beauty and true majesty, May shake from our dull souls these fetters base: And mounting up to that bright crystal sphere, Whence thou strik'st all the world with shudd'ring fear, May not be held by Earth, nor hold vile Earth so dear. LXXVI. Then should thy shepherd (poorest shepherd) sing And rouse his flagging Muse, and flutt'ring wing, Which once thou wrought'st, when Nilus' slimy shore, Thy judgments and thy mercies; but thy mercies more. But see, the stealing night with softest pace, Home then, my lambs; the falling drops eschew: CANTO VII. I.. THE rising morn lifts up his orient head, Where useless nights he safe and quiet rests, Unhous'd his bleeting flock, and quickly thenee Thus with sad verse began their grieved minds t' incense. Fond man, that looks on Earth for happiness, And here long seeks what here is never found! For all our good we hold from Heav'n by lease, With many forfeits and conditions bound'; Nor can we pay the fine, and rentage due : Though now but writ, and seal'd, and giv'n anew, Yet daily we it break, then daily must renew. III. Why shouldst thou here look for perpetual good, Do but behold where glorious cities stood, With gilded tops and silver turrets shining; There now the hart fearless of greyhound feeds, And loving pelican in safety breeds: There screeching satyrs fill the people's empty stedes*. IV. Where is the Assyrian lion's golden hide, That all the east once grasp'd in lordly paw ? Where that great Persian bear, whose swelling pride i. e. Places. |