The DYING CHRISTIAN To his SOUL. ODE2. I. ITAL fpark of heav'nly flame, II. Hark! they whisper; Angels say, What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my fenfes, fhuts my fight, Drowns my fpirits, draws my breath? NOTES. a This Ode was written in imitation of the famous fonnet of Hadrian to his departing foul; but as much fuperior to his original, in fenfe and fublimity, as the Chriftian Religion is to the Pagan. III. The world reeedes; it disappears! FINIS. |