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Thou bright jewel in my aim I trive To comprehend thee. Thine own words declare Widom is higher than a fool can reach. I ceae to wonder, and no more attempt Thine height t' explore, or fathom thy profound. But, O my oul, ink not into depair, Virtue is near thee, and with gentle hand Would now embrace thee, hovers o'er thine head. Fain would the heav'n-born oul with her convere, Then eek, then court her for her promis'd blis.

Aupicious queen, thine heav'nly pinions pread, And lead celetial Chatity along; Lo! now her acred retinue decends, Array'd in glory from the orbs above. Attend me, Virtue, thro' my youthful years! O leave me not to the fale joys of time! But guide my teps to endles life and blis. Greatnes,