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What scenes appear where'er I turn my view? The dear ideas, where I fly, pursue, these in the grove, before the altar rise Stain all my Soul. & wanton in my Eyes. I waste the matin lamp in sighs for thee Thy image steals between my God & me Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear "With ev'ry bead, I drop too soft a tear. When from the censer clouds of fragrance roll And swelling organs, lift the rising soul One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight Preists, temples, tapers swim before my sight. In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd While altars blaze, & angels tremble round While prostrate here in humble greif I lie Kind virtuous drops just gathering in my Eye. While praying trembling, in the dust I roll And dawning grace is op'ning on my Soul: Come if thou dar'st all charming as thou art! Oppose thyself to heav'n; dispute my heart; Come with one glance of those deluding Eyes Blot out each bright idea of the skies
