To Her Very Good Friend, The Reverend Mr. John Norris of Bemerton - Part 2
Propitious Fate did Albion bless!
And 'ere we wish'd, for what we now possess,
Or Norris did our Isle adorn,
Th' Almighty Word to Nature said,
Let a Man-child be born,
And in our Likeness made:
The active Hand-maid soon obey'd,
And while the jarring Atoms strove,
Cull'd out the finest Seeds with care,
And in just Order did prepare
An Entity all Love.
Fearfully, and divinely wrought,
With all its Members to Perfection brought
The noble Embryo lay,
Only the better Part was wanting still,
But that exceeded, mighty Nature's Skill.
When lo!
From Heaven's great Treas'ry came
A beatifick Ray,
Excepting one, as bright a Flame
As e're submitted to an earthly Frame.
Thus you, Sir, Heav'ns peculiar Care!
Of better Make, and more refin'd
Than vulgar Mortals are;
Heroickly, exalt your Mind,
And visit, whilst you're here, those Realms you left behind.
Not Earth's gross Atmosphere, retards your Flight,
Nor can the duller Organs intercept your Sight.
And 'ere we wish'd, for what we now possess,
Or Norris did our Isle adorn,
Th' Almighty Word to Nature said,
Let a Man-child be born,
And in our Likeness made:
The active Hand-maid soon obey'd,
And while the jarring Atoms strove,
Cull'd out the finest Seeds with care,
And in just Order did prepare
An Entity all Love.
Fearfully, and divinely wrought,
With all its Members to Perfection brought
The noble Embryo lay,
Only the better Part was wanting still,
But that exceeded, mighty Nature's Skill.
When lo!
From Heaven's great Treas'ry came
A beatifick Ray,
Excepting one, as bright a Flame
As e're submitted to an earthly Frame.
Thus you, Sir, Heav'ns peculiar Care!
Of better Make, and more refin'd
Than vulgar Mortals are;
Heroickly, exalt your Mind,
And visit, whilst you're here, those Realms you left behind.
Not Earth's gross Atmosphere, retards your Flight,
Nor can the duller Organs intercept your Sight.
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