VIII. Hymen's torch with hallow'd fire I clasp the Fair, and kindling at the view, transport true. IX. Hence, false delusive dreams, Fantastic hopes and mortal passions vain! Ascend, my soul to nobler themes Of happier import and sublimer strain. Rising from this sphere of night, Pierce yon blue vault, ingemm'd with golden fires; Beyond where Saturn's languid car retires, To worlds from every dross terrene refined, Warm with the radiance of unchanging day: From orb to orb with guides celestial soar, And take, through heaven's wide round, the Univer sal tour. X. And find that mansion of the blest, Where rising ceaseless from this lethal stage, [ed, Heaven's favorite sons, from earthly chains releas In happier Eden pass th' eternal age. The newborn soul beholds th' angelic face Long-sever'd friends, in transport doubly dear, Unite and join th' interminable train And hark! a well-known voice I hear, I spy my sainted friend! I meet my Howe* again! XI. Hail, sacred shade! for not to dust consign'd, * Rev. Joseph Howe, pastor of a church in Boston, sometime a fellow-tutor with the author at Yale-College. He died in 1775. The conclusion of the Ode was varied, by inserting this tribute o affection. Teach me, like thee, to feel and know Our humble station in this vale of woe, Twilight of life, illumed with feeble ray, The infant dawning of eternal day; With heart expansive, through this scene improve The social soul of harmony and love; To heavenly hopes alone aspire and prize The virtue, knowledge, bliss and glory of the skies. |