The RAPTURE.
18th Century Elizabeth Rowe EnglishThe RAPTURE.
LOrd! if one distant glimpse of thee Thus elevate the Soul, In what a heighth of Extasie Do those bless'd Spirits roll,
Who by a fixt eternal View Drink in immortal Raies; To whom unveiled thou dost shew Thy Smiles without Allays?
An Object which if mortal Eyes. Cou'd make approaches to, They'd soon esteem their best-lov'd Toys Not worth one scornfull View.
How then, beneath its load of Flesh Wou'd the vex'd Soul complain! And how the Friendly Hand she'd bless Wou'd break her hated Chain!