, ye toyish Reeds, that once could please
My softer Lips, and lull my Cares to Ease;
Be gone; I'll waste no more vain Hours with you,
And smiling  too, Adieu,
A brighter Pow'r invokes my Muse,
And loftier Thoughts, and Raptures, does infuse,
See! beck'ning from yon Cloud,  stands,
And promises Assistance with his Hands,
I feel the heavy rolling ,
Incumbent, revel in his frail Abode,
How my Breast heaves, and Pulses beat!
I sink, I sink, beneath the furious Heat,
The weighty Bliss o'erwhelms my Breast,
And over-flowing Joys profusely waste;
Some nobler Bard, O , inspire,
Or Soul more large, th' Elapses to receive,
And, brighter yet, to catch the Fire,
And each gay following Charm, from Death, to save,
— In vain the Suit — the  inflames my Breast,
I rave, with Extasies opprest,
I rise, the Mountains lessen, and retire,
And now I mix, unsing'd, with Elemental Fire,
The  , I have in view,
Nor Mortal knows as yet, what Wonders will ensue;