Classic Poem

XXVIII

Thus the great charge they to the Temple bring
There, not to make , but to confirm the King !
So the Triumphant Ark with Songs was born ,
And sanctify'd the place it did Adorn !
And Lo —
The opening Scene of the third Heav'n appears,
Where Glory sits Enthron'd above the Stars ;
Where no faint Mortal object meets the Eye ,
But ev'ry where 'tis all Divine ,
All Raptur'd Joy! all perfect Extasie ;
Where Angels and Dominions joyn,
Where Principalities and Powers combine,
And round the Sacred Throne in wond'rous order shine .
Where every sense receives the full delight ;
Seraphic Musick Charms the Ear :
The Eyes are Ravisht with incessant Light ,
And Hallow'd Incense fills the perfum'd Air.
The Soul with Noblest touches blest,
Disdains the scanty confines of the breast .
And flatterers where [immenser] Glories play,
And greedily it feeds on Heav'nly joy!