Oft has thy Genius rouz'd us hence
With Elevated Song,
Bid us renounce this World of Sence,
Bid us divide th' Immortal Prize
With the Seraphick Throng:
"Knowledge and Love make Spirits blest,
" Knowledge their Food and Love their Rest;
But Flesh, the unmanageable Beast,
Resists the Pity of thine Eyes
And Musick of thy Tongue.
Then let the Worms of groveling Mind
Round the short Joys of Earthy Kind
In restless Windings Roam;
hath an ample Orb of Soul,
Where shining Worlds of Knowledge roll,
Where Love the Center and the Pole
Compleats the Heaven at Home.