To my Dear Friend Mr. E. R. On his Poems Moral and Divine.

CLeft, as the top of the inspired Hill,
Struggles the Soul of my divided Quill,
Whilst this foot doth the watry mount aspire,
That Sinai's living and enlivening fire,
Behold my pow'rs storm'd by a twisted light
O' th' Sun, and his, first … Sight,
And my lost thoughts … of day,
My right to th' Spring of … pray,
Say happy youth, … ray
Of the first Flame, and …,
Inform my Soul in Labour to begin,
… or Authems, … or a …,
Shall I a Hecatombe on thy …
Or my devotions at thy Al…ar pay?
While which t' adore th' amaz'd World cannot tell
The sublime … or deep Oracle.
Heark ho… the moving chords …emper our brain,
As when …
Old Ocean … front,
And Nereids do … on't;
Whilst th'Air puts … face;
And each doth turn … Looking-glasse;
…o by the sinewy …
…nto soft calms all …
And former thundering and lightning Lines,
And Verse, now in its native lustre shines.
How wert thou hid within thy self! how shut!
Thy pretious Iliads lock'd up in a Nut!
Not hea…ing of thee thou dost break out strong,
Invading forty thousand men in Song;
And we secure in our thin empty heat,
Now find ourselves at once surpris'd and beat,
Whilst the most valiant of our Wits now sue,
Fling down their arms, ask Quarter too of you.
So cabin'd up in its disguis'd course rust,
And Scurs'd all ore with its unseemly crust.
The Diamond, from 'midst the humbler stones,
Sparkling, shoots forth the price of Nations,
Ye safe unridlers of the Stars, pray tell,
By what name shall I stamp my miracle?
Thou strange inverted Aesm, that leap'st ore,
From thy first Infancy into fourscore,
That to thine own self hast the Midwife play'd,
And from thy brain spring'st forth the heav'nly maid
Thou Staffe of him, bore him, that bore our sins,
Which b…t set down to bloom, and bear begins.
Thou Rod of Aaron with one motion hurl'd,
Bud'st a perfume of Flowers through the World.
Thou strange calcined Seeds within a glass,
Each Species Idaea spring'st as 't was;
Bright Vestal Flame, that kindled but ev'n now,
For ever dost thy sacred fires throw.
Thus the repeated Acts of Nestor's Age,
That now had three times ore out-liv'd the Stage:
And all those beams contracted into one,
Alcides in his Cradle hath out done.
But all these flour'shing hiews with which I…dy
Thy Virgin Paper, now are …;
For 'bove the Poets Heav'n th' art taught to shine,
And move, as in thy proper Christalline;
Whence that Mole-hill Parnass…i thou dost view,
And us small Ants there dabling in its dew;
Whence thy Seraphick Soul such Hymns doth play,
As those to which first danced the first day,
Where with a thorn from the world-ransoming wreath
Thou stung…dost Antiphons and Anthems breath;
Where with an Angels quil dip'd i' th' Lambs blood,
Thou sing'st our Pelicans all-saving Flood,
And bath'st thy thoughts in everliving streams
Rench'd from Earth's tainted, fat, and heavy steams.
There move tra…lated youth inroll'd i' th' Quire,
That only doth w…h wholy lays inspire;
To whom his burning Coach Eliah sent,
And th' royal Prophet-priest his Harp h…th sent,
Which thou dost tune in consort, unto those
Clap Wings for ever at each hal…ow'd close▪
Whilst we now weak and fainting in our praise;
Sick, Eccho ore thy Halleluiahs.