I have been there, and still would go;
'T is like a little heaven below.
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber!
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.
To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be honour, praise, and glory given
By all on earth, and all in heaven.
Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites,
Hell threatens.
'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours,
And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
The chamber where the good man meets his fate
Is privileg'd beyond the common walk
Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himself
That hideous sight,--a naked human heart.
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,
She sparkled, was exhal'd and went to heaven.
Prayer ardent opens heaven.
The booby father craves a booby son,
And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
Just men, by whom impartial laws were given;
And saints who taught and led the way to heaven.
Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate,
All but the page prescrib'd, their present state.
Order is Heaven's first law.
Atossa, cursed with every granted prayer,
Childless with all her children, wants an heir;
To heirs unknown descends the unguarded store,
Or wanders heaven-directed to the poor.
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
To Berkeley every virtue under heaven.
Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid.
Vital spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame!
Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring
Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing!
'T is man's to fight, but Heaven's to give success.
Dispel this cloud, the light of Heaven restore;
Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.
Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me,
For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.
A heaven of charms divine Nausicaa lay.
Just are the ways of Heaven: from Heaven proceed
The woes of man; Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed,--
A theme of future song!
Earth sounds my wisdom and high heaven my fame.