The great, the Eternal God of Love,
Took Pity on us from above;
He could no longer see,
Our Souls wrapt in Obscurity:
But sent thee like, a bright celestial Ray,
To clear our Sight, and to direct the Way;
To the Etherial Courts of Bliss,
The only great, and lasting Happiness.
The active native Principle of Love,
We found did move
By an internal Influence,
But 'twas toward some object of the Sense:
Effects and Causes were not understood,
We only knew we wisht for Good,
And would with Joy each glimpse pursue,
Resolve to fasten there, and think 'twas true.
In vain we thought our Love was fixt,
For all those Joys were intermixt
With Disappointments and Deceit,
Our strugling Souls themselves did cheat:
Still they desir'd and lov'd, but were not blest,
Nor found they Rest,
Till thy bright Pen markt out the happy Prize,
Taught us at once to love and to be wise.