Sonnet: To the now Mrs. M. W. under the feigned Name of Iärma, with the Parable of the Pilgrim

ATEDIOUS Age, I like this Pilgrim spent,
In search of that fair Place, where Heav'n design'd,
I should an end of all my Travels find;
But still I stray'd the more, the more I went,
I stray'd till Clelia in a Vision sent
Illustrious Rays, diffus'd o're all my Mind,
And made me see the Way lay far behind,
Whose entrance was my Wandrings to Repent,
She told me what Companions I should take,
How Resolution and Humility,
And Faith and Charity I should provide,
If I a prosperous Journey hope'd to make.
But where dear Clelia do these Graces lie?
Iärma has them all, make her your Guide.