Elyzium

Low in the thought that pleasant Kingdom lies,
Which is o'erflown, and Hemm'd around with Joys.
Bright, Silver Gates lead to it's peaceful Lands,
Round which a Wall of lofty Chrystal stands.
The Happy Dwellers here are ever young,
And flowing pleasures gently rowl along.
No chilling Winter, no cold Frost is here,
But Spring, and Summer make up all the Year.
No Stormy Night show'rs gloomy Terrours down,
Fair Morns and Ev'nings here are only known.
Here Thousand Flow'rs of divers sorts are found,
And Nature's hand paints all the Gawdy ground.
The blushing Roses here for ever bloom,
No hurtful Blasts to their soft Beauties come.
But tender Winds their pleasing Odours bear,
And breath them sweetly in the Fragrant Air.
Thro' all the Meads clear, Liquid Chrystal Glides,
And softly twines by the Banks flow'ry sides.
Silent it runs, where it delights to stray,
And gently cuts it's rich, enamel'd way.
Here, the bright Field a Shining Harvest bears,
The Corn has Silver stalks, and real Golden Ears.
The glorious Trees a Sparkling Lustre show,
With Glitt'ring Jewels, which they bear, they bow.
Of these, the blest, bright Crowns and Bracelets wear,
And every Lover Walks in transport there.
Just o'er their Heads there hangs a Silver Sky,
And painted Clouds above them slowly fly.
Each Beauteous Maid does her Swain's flames approve,
And all are Happy here in Poetry, and Love.
Harmonious Musick plays thro' every Shade,
O'er which their Wings Coerulean Turtles spread.
To grateful Groves the blessed Pairs retire,
With Charms still new, and ever sierce desire.
In Shining bow'rs, which Silver leafs adorn,
They reap those Joys, for which their flames were born.
There, in those Mansions I shall shortly move,
And Halcyon Days shall Crown my sated Love.
All o'r in tansport shall I meet my Fair,
And offer then another tender Pray'r.
Sighing my flames, all prostrate shall I fall,
And, kneeling to her, softly whisper all.
'Till forc'd, at length, for her own ease to tell,
Since thro' her scorn the wretched Sylvius fell,
She knew he Lov'd, and owns she Loves as well.
Then, hand in hand, where'er our pleasure leads,
We walk together thro' the flow'ry Meads.
When both with heighten'd raptures full exprest.
Vent all our Passion in each other's Breast.
Then shall Amasia to her Swain declare
Her Flames were here reserv'd, to shew them there.
Such Love is subject to no Anxious fears,
Too blest for troubles, too Serene for cares.
There shall we all our tender Thoughts express,
Her's Will be wond'rous, nor can mine be less.
Ravish'd with Joys, in Extasies we move,
And think, and talk of nothing else but Love.
Revolving Days shall Crown your Swain, and you,
And both our pleasures shall seem always new.
Whilst all the blest with Admiration see
No pair so Happy in those Shades as we.