But trust me  'tis lawful Pride
To rise above the mean Controul
Of Flesh and Sence to which we're ty'd;
This is Ambition that becomes a Soul.
We steer our Course up thro' the Skies,
Farewel this Barren Land:
We ken the Heavenly Shoar with longing Eyes,
There the dear Wealth of Spirits lies,
And beckoning Angels stand.