Classic Poem

The Sun at his first Rising so
Gilding some Mountain-top , does show,
Illuminating all below.

As She , does from on high appear,
And with like Glory crowns her Sphere ,
Enlightning her Horizon here.

Above those darkning Shadows plac't,
Which lower House-tops round us cast,
That usher Night , e're Day be past.

The proper Seat , and only Scene ,
Of all things fair , and all serene ,
Which nearest Heaven still are seen.

Our winged Thoughts , in their bold flight,
Out-fly not yet our raised Sight ,
Nor ever soar a braver Height .

Upwards , our Eyes can nought pursue,
Beyond what we now boast in view,
While we look up to Heav'n , and You .

Vouchsafe then (fair One) to allow
That we, whom Fate has plac'd below,
To our Divinity may bow .

And though beneath your feet, we bend ,
Permit our Eyes but to ascend ;
Further, our Hopes dare not pretend.