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Hy Pineons raiſe with myſtick Fire,
Sometimes 'bove high-roof't Senſe aſpire.
So draw The oph'la, that each Line,
Centring in Heav'n, may ſeem Divine.
Her Voice ſoon fits Thee for that Quire;
W' are cindred by intrinſick Fire.

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Aghetick Virtue 's in her'Breſt
Impregn'd with GRACE,the nobleſt Guest.
Who in Loves Albo are enrol'd,
Unutterable Joyes behold.
Geographers Earths Globe ſurvey,
Fancie, HEAVN's Aſtrolabe diſplay.

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Ix haſt thou view'd of Europs Courts,
Soon, as Ideas, paſs'd their Sports.
Senſe, canſt thou perſe and conſlrue Bliſſe.
Only Souls ſanctify'd know This.
Then hackney not to Toyes, Lifes Span.
The Saint s Rere tops the Courtiers Van.

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N Hopes Cell holy Hermit be:
Let Ecſiacies transfigure Thee.
There, as Truths Champion, ſtrive all Waies,
To ſtorm LOVES Towre with Hoſts of Praiſe.
Keep ſtrong Faiths Court of Guard. The Stars
March ik Batalia to theſe Wars.