The fourth and concluding part has the title of "Christ's Triumph after Death," and is throughout beautiful, and in parts sublime. The triumphal entry of Christ into his kingdom is thus celebrated

"Lift up your heads ye everlasting gates,
And let the Prince of Glory enter in!
At whose high pæan 'mongst siderial states,
The sun did blush, the stars all dim were seen ;
When springing first from earth he did begin
To soar on angel's wings :-then open hang
Your chrystal doors :"—so all the chorus sang
Of heavenly birds, as to the skies they nimbly sprang!

Hark! how the floods clap their applauding hands ;
The pleasant vallies singing for delight;
And lofty mountains dance about the lands;

The while the fields, struck with the heav'nly light,
Set all their flowers a smiling at the sight;

The trees laugh with their blossoms,-and the sound
Of the triumphant shout of praise that crown'd
The Lamb of God rising to heav'n, hath passage found.

Forth sprang the ancient Patriarchs, all in haste,
To see the powers of hell in triumph led,
And with small stars a garland interlac'd

Of olive leaves they bore to crown his head,
That was before with thorns so injured.
After them flew the Prophets, brightly stol'd
In shining lawn with foldings manifold,

Striking their ivory harps, all strung with chords of

gold.

Gaze but
upon
the house where man doth live,
With flow'rs and verdure to adorn his way;
Where all the creatures due obedience give;

The winds to sweep his chambers every day,

And clouds that wash his rooms; the cieling gay With glitt'ring stars that night's dark empire brave :If such a house God to another gave,

How shine those splendid courts, he for himself will have!

And if a heavy cloud opaque as night,

In which the sun may seem embodied,
Depur'd of all his dregs, we see so white,
Burning in liquid gold his wat'ry head,
Or round with ivory edges silvered :-
What lustre supereminent will he

Lighten on those who shall his sunshine see,
In that all glorious court, in which all glories be!

If but one sun with his diffusive fires,

Can fill the stars, and the whole world with light, And joy, and life, into each heart inspires;

And every saint shall shine in heav'n as bright,
As doth the sun in his transcendent might,

As faith may well believe what truth once says;—
What shall so many suns' united rays,

But dazzle all the eyes that now in heav'n we praise !

Here may the band that now in triumph shines,
And who before they were invested thus,
In earthly bodies carried heav'nly minds;
Pitch round about in order glorious,
Their sunny tents, and houses luminous :

All their eternal day in songs employing;

Joy is their end, without end of their joying:
While their Almighty Prince destruction is destroying.

Full, yet without satiety, of that

Which whets and quiets greedy appetite;
Where never sun arose, nor ever sat;
But one eternal day, and endless light,
Gives time to those whose time is infinite.
Speaking with thought, obtaining without fee;
Beholding him whom never eye
could see;

And magnifying him who cannot greater be.

For things that pass are pass'd; and in this field,
The spring indefinite, no winter fears;

The trees together fruit and blossom yield;
Th' unfading lily leaves of silver bears;
The crimson rose a scarlet garment wears:

About the holy city rolls a flood

Of molten chrystal, like a sea of glass;
On which bright stream a strong foundation stood,
Of living diamonds the building was,

That all things else it wholly did surpass:

Her streets, the stars instead of stones did pave,

And little pearls for dust it seems to have,

On which soft streaming manna like pure snow did

wave.

In midst of this city celestial,

Where the eternal temple should have rose,
Lighten'd th' idea beatifical,

End and beginning of each thing that grows,
Whose self no end nor yet beginning knows;

That hath no eyes to see, nor ears to hear,

Yet sees and hears, and is all

eye

and ear,

That no where is contain'd, and yet is every where.

Changer of all things, yet immutable;

Before and after all, yet first and last; Who moving all, is yet immoveable;

Great without quantity: in whose forecast

Things past are present, things to come are past; Swift without motion;-unto whose broad eye

The hearts of wicked men all open

lie;

At once absent and present to them, far and nigh.

It is no flaming lustre, made of light;

No sweet content; or well-turned harmony; Ambrosia for to feast the appetite;

Or flowery odour, mixed with spicery; No soft embrace, nor pleasures bodily; And yet it is a kind of inward feast;

A harmony that sounds within the breast,
An odour, light, embrace in which the soul doth rest.

A heav'nly feast, no hunger can consume;
A light unseen, yet shines in every place;
A sound no time can steal; a sweet perfume
No winds can scatter; an entire embrace
That no satiety can e'er debase :

Receiv'd into so high a favour, there

The saints, with their compeers, whole worlds outwear ;
And things unseen do see, and things unheard do hear.

Ah foolish shepherds! who were wont t'esteem,
Your God all rough and shaggy hair'd to be;
And yet far wiser shepherds than ye deem,
For who so poor, though who so rich as he!

When sojourning with us in low degree, He wash'd his flock in Jordan's spotless tide; And that his dear remembrance might abide, Did to us come, and with us liv'd, and for us died !

But now such lively colours did embeam

His sparkling forehead, and such shining rays Kindled his flamiug locks, that down did stream

In curls along his neck, where sweetly plays,— Singing his wounds of love in sacred lays,— His dearest Spouse, Spouse of the dearest lover, Knitting a thousand knots over and over,

And dying still for love, but they her still recover.

Fairest of fairs, that at his eyes doth dress

Her glorious face; those eyes from whence are shed Attractions infinite; where to express

His love, high God all heav'n as captive leads
And all the banners of his grace dispreads;

And in those windows doth his arms englaze,
And on those eyes the angels all do gaze,

And from those eyes, the lights of heav'n obtain their blaze.

But let the Kentish lad that lately taught
His oaten reed the trumpet's silver sound,
Young Thyrsilis;—and for his music brought
The willing spheres from heaven to lead around
The dancing nymphs and swains, that sung and

crown'd

Eclectas * hymen with ten thousand flow'rs

Of choicest praise; and hung her heavenly bow'rs With saffron garlands, dress'd for nuptial paramours :

*The human soul.