I meet their Spirits mounting high,
I saw, and  was there,
They break thro' loads of Pondrous Care,
With Morning Incense up they Fly
Perfuming all the Air.
Charm'd with the Pleasure of the Sight
My Soul adores and Sings:
"Blest be the Power that aids their Flight,
" That streaks their Path with heavenly Light,
"And gives them Zeal for Wings.