Classic Poem

Ode.

I.

From the dire Monument of thy black roome
Wher now that vestal flame thou dost intombe
As in the inmost Cell of all Earths Wombe,

II.

Sacred L UCASTA like the pow'rfull ray
Of Heavenly Truth passe this Cimmerian way,
Whilst all the Standards of your beames display.

III.

Arise and climbe our whitest highest Hill,
There your sad thoughts with joy and wonder fill,
And see Seas calme as Earth, Earth as your Will.

IV.

Behold how lightning like a Taper flyes
And guilds your Chari't, but ashamed dyes
Seeing it selfe out-gloried by your Eyes.

V.

Threatning and boystrous tempests gently bow,
And to your steps part in soft paths, when now
There no where hangs a Cloud, but on your brow.

VI.

No showrs but 'twixt your lids, nor gelid snow,
But what your whiter chaster brest doth ow,
Whilst winds in Chains colder your sorrow blow.

VII.

Shrill Trumpets now doe only sound to Eate,
Artillery hath loaden ev'ry dish with meate,
And Drums at ev'ry Health Alarmes beate.

VIII.

All Things L UCASTA , but L UCASTA call,
Trees borrow Tongues, Waters in accents fall,
The Aire doth sing, and Fire's Musicall.

IX.

Awake from the dead Vault in which you dwell,
All's Loyall here, except your thoughts rebell,
Which so let loose, often their Gen'rall quell.

X.

See! She obeys! by all obeyed thus;
No storms, heats, Colds, no soules contentious,
Nor Civill War is found — — I meane, to us.

XI.

Lovers and Angels, though in Heav'n they show
And see the Woes and Discords here below,
What they not feele, must not be said to know.

The end of LUCASTA: Odes, &c.