Now let me call the Joyful Day to mind;
'Twas a fair Morning; and the Blustring Wind
Slept in its peaceful Caverns, while he came
Gazing and pleas'd to see the Noble Frame
Crown'd with that shining Orb. "Stand there, he cries,
" Thou little Emblem of the boundless Skies
"Whither my Soul with fiery Passion tends;
The Emblem stands; and tells surviving Friends
Of the bright Palace and the Golden Throne
Where the Dear  better part is gone:
His eager Thoughts bent on their shining way
Let the Clay drop to mingle with the Clay;
But his great Soul beyond the Stars is fled:
Then why, my Heart, why should we Mourn him Dead?
Strangely, my Thoughts, ye let this cozening Grief
With a false Name impose on your Belief:
It saw the Flesh sink down with closing Eyes
To the cold Earth, and cry'd, 'tis  Dies:
Mistaken Grief! to call the Flesh the Friend!
The Heavenly Court saw the Bright Youth ascend,
Flew to embrace him with Immortal Love,
And sung his Welcome to the Seats above.
The Building firm, and all the Mansions bright,
The Roof high-Vaulted with Aethereal Light:
Beauty and Strength on the tall Bulwarks Sate
In Heavenly Diamond: And for every Gate
On Golden Hinges a broad Ruby turns,
Guards off the Foe, and as it moves it burns.
Millions of Glories Reign thro' every part;
Infinite Power and Uncreated Art
Stand here display'd, and to the Stranger show
How it out-shines the Noblest Seats below;
The Stranger just look'd down, and Smil'd upon 'em too.