Of the Paraphrase on the Lords Prayer Written by Mrs. Wharton.

SIlence, you Winds, listen Etherial Lights,
While our Vrania sings what Heav'n indites;
The Numbers are the Nymphs, but from above
Descends the Pledge of that Eternal Love.
Here wretched Mortals have not leave alone,
But are instructed to approach his Throne;
And how can he to miserable Men
Deny Requests, which his own Hand did Pen?
In the Evangelists we find the Prose,
Which Paraphras'd by her a Poem grows;
A devout Rapture, so divine a Hymn,
It may become the highest Seraphim;
For they like her in that Coelestial Quire,
Sing only what the Spirit does inspire.
Taught by our Lord and theirs, with us they may
For all, but pardon for Offences, pray.