Classic Poem

The RAPTURE.

1.

Lord! if one distant glimpse of thee
Thus elevate the Soul,
In what a heighth of Extasie
Do those bless'd Spirits roll.

2.

Who by a fixt eternal View
Drink in immortal Raies;
To whom unveiled thou dost shew
Thy Smiles without Allays?

3.

An Object which if mortal Eyes
Cou'd make approaches to,
They'd soon esteem their best-lov'd Toys
Not worth one scornfull View.

4.

How then, beneath its load of Flesh
Wou'd the vex'd Soul complain!
And how the Friendly Hand she'd bless
Wou'd break her hated Chain!