Classic Poem

Go happy Soul, ascend the joyful Sky,
Joyful to shine with thy bright Company:
Go mount the spangled Sphere,
And make it brighter by another Sphere,
Yet stop not there, till thou advance yet higher,
Till thou art swallow'd quite
In the vast unexhausted Ocean of Delight:
Delight which there alone in its true Essence is,
Where Saints keep an eternal Carnival of Bliss:
Where the Regalio 's of refined Joys,
Which fills, but never cloys.
Where Pleasure's ever growing, ever new,
Immortal as thy self, and boundless too.
There may'st thou learned by Compendium grow;
For which in vain below
We so much time, and so much pains bestow.
There may'st thou all Idaea 's see,
All wonders which in Knowledge be
In that fair beatifick mirror of the Deity.