Yon lofty grove's delicious bow'rs to gain,
You cross th' expanse of this enamell'd plain;
A meadow with eternal beauty bright,
Beneath a purer heav'n, o'erflow'd with light.
Full in the center of the plain, behold
A court far-flaming with its wall of gold
And gate of diamond, where the righteous rest;
This clime their home, the country of the blest:
Here all the  dwell, communion sweet!
With  who rules the peaceful seat.
In station at th' effulgent portal, see
A beauteous form of mildest majesty.
Her eyes how piercing! how sedate her mien!
Mature in life, her countenance serene:
Spirit and solid thought each feature shows,
And her plain robe with state unstudy'd flows.
She stands upon a cube of marble, fix'd
As the firm rock, two lovely nymphs betwixt,
Her daughters, copies of her looks and air,
Here candid  and sweet  there:
She, she is In her stedfast eye
Behold th' oppressive type of certainty:
Certain her way, and permanent the deed
Of gift substantial to her friends decreed.
She gives the confidence erect and clear,
She gives magnanimous contempt of fear,
And bids th' invulnerable mind to know
Her safety from the future shafts of woe.


There standing, she presents her potent bowl,
Divine cathartic, which restores the soul.

In some dire disease,
skill first purges off the lees:
Then clear and strong the purple current flows,
And life renew'd in every member glows:
But if the patient all controul despise,
Just victim of his stubborn will he dies.
So  by her rules, with healing art
Expells  mischiefs from the heart;
Blindness, and error, and high-boasting pride,
Intemp'rance, lust, fierce wrath's impetuous tide,
Hydropic avarice, all the plagues behind
Which in the first mad court oppress'd the mind.
Thus purg'd, her pupil thro' the gate she brings,
The  hail their guest, the guest enraptur'd sings.
Behold the spotless band, celestial charms!
Scene that with awe chastises whom it warms:
No harlotry, no paint, no gay excess,
But beauty unaffected as their dress.
See  grasping a refulgent star,
See  in panoply of war:
her equal scale aloft displays,
And rights both human and divine she weighs.
There  all the pleasures bound
In brazen chains her dreaded feet surround.
There bounteous  expands
To want, to worth, her ever-loaded hands.
The florid hue of  her side
Adorn'd by  a nymph in blooming pride.
Lo, soft-ey'd  holds a curbing rein,
Anger's high-mettled spirit to restrain:
While  tunes her golden lyre,
And white-rob'd  compleats the choir.


Substantial hopes, if by the doctrine taught,
The fashion'd manners are to habit wrought.

Live, then, restor'd; and reap the promis'd joy.

To  rewarder of the just.