Classic Poem

XXII

And now loud Admirations fill the space,
And Hearts with nimbler Motions beat,
Behold the QUEEN the Raptur'd Crowds repeat!
She comes! She comes with a Triumphant Grace ,
And all Heav'n opens in her Angel Face ;
Bright were Her Beams , and all around they Shone ,
And darted awful Fire to all the lookers on;
So heedless Lovers do with Cupids play
'Till the Boys shoot and spoil their fancy'd Joy:
Thus all adorn'd with Sacred Beauty's Charms
Through the vast Christian Camp the fair
INCHANTRESS Rode,
And where the noblest Warriers wond'ring stood,
Her killing eyes dealt their resistless harms ;
Through the rough Male the subtle Light'ning plaid,
And the stern Heart to tenderness betray'd:
Her Love-drawn Chariot mov'd with solemn State,
While round it the adoring Princes wait,
With Sigh and Vows Petitioning their Fate ;
But with this difference, while that Charmer strove
To take Revenge ! in the soft snares of Love ,
Ours, all Divine ! by chance her Beauty's hurl'd,
And has without design subdu'd the World;
But oh! in vain is any likeness made,
'Tis Coppying of the Day ! by Gloom and Shade .
The wonder that the Prophet did unfold,
When Heav'n in Revelation he survey'd,
And the Bright Woman did behold
In wond'rous Garments of the SUN Aray'd ,
And underneath her feet the Moon subdu'd,
At this Divine Appearance seem'd renew'd .