Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts
Barker, Jane.
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ON THE Divine Spirit.

AS when the lab'ring Sun hath wrought his track
Up to the top of lofty Cancer's back,
The Icie Ocean cracks the Frozen Pole,
Thaws with the heat of Celestial Coal;
So when thy absent Beams begin t'impart
Again a Solstice on my rozen Heart,
My Winter's o'er, my drooping Spirits sing,
And every part revives into a Spring:
But if thy quickning Beams a while decline,
And with their Light bless not this Orb of mine,
A chilly Frost surprizeth every Member,
And in the midst of Iune I feel December.
O how this Earthly temper doth debase
The noble Soul, in this her humble place!
VVhose wingy Nature ever doth aspire
To reach that place, whence irst it took its ire.
These Flames I feel, which in my Heart do dwell,
Are not thy Beams, but take their fire from Hell.
Page  48O quench them all, and let thy Light Divine
Be as the Sun to this poor Orb of mine;
And to thy Sacred Spirit convert those Fires,
VVhose Earthly fumes crack my devout Aspires!