Verses to Aaron Hill, Esq.
WITH THE TRAGEDY OF SIR THOMAS OVERBURY ,
Expecting him to correct it.
I.
As the soul, stripp'd of mortal clay,
Grows all divinely fair;
And boundless roves the Milky Way,
And views sweet prospects there;
II.
This hero, clogg'd with drossy lines,
By thee new vigour tries;
As thy correcting hand refines,
Bright scenes around him rise.
III.
Thy touch brings the wish'd stone to pass
So sought, so long foretold;
It turns polluted lead or brass
At once to purest gold.
Expecting him to correct it.
I.
As the soul, stripp'd of mortal clay,
Grows all divinely fair;
And boundless roves the Milky Way,
And views sweet prospects there;
II.
This hero, clogg'd with drossy lines,
By thee new vigour tries;
As thy correcting hand refines,
Bright scenes around him rise.
III.
Thy touch brings the wish'd stone to pass
So sought, so long foretold;
It turns polluted lead or brass
At once to purest gold.
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