In Heaven soaring up, I dropt an Eare On Earth: and oh! sweet Melody: And listening, found it was the Saints who were Encoacht for Heaven that sang for Joy. For in Christs Coach they sweetly sing; As they to Glory ride therein. Oh! joyous hearts! Enfir'de with holy Flame! Is speech thus tassled with praise? Will not your inward fire of Joy contain; That it in open flames doth blaze? For in Christ's Coach Saints sweetly sing, As they to Glory ride therein. And if a string do slip, by Chance, they soon Do screw it up again: whereby They set it in a more melodious Tune And a Diviner Harmony. For in Christs Coach they sweetly sing As they to Glory ride therein. In all their Acts, publick, and private, nay And secret too, they praise impart. But in their Acts Divine and Worship, they With Hymns do offer up their Heart. Thus in Christs Coach they sweetly sing As they to Glory ride therein. Some few not in; and some whose Time, and Place Block up this Coaches way do goe As Travellers afoot, and so do trace The Road that gives them right thereto While in this Coach these sweetly sing As they to Glory ride therein. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FABLES: 1ST SER. 5. THE WILD BOAR AND THE RAM by JOHN GAY THE VOYAGE TO VINLAND: 3. GUDRIDA'S PROPHECY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL LONDON CHURCHES by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES ANNABEL LEE by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE MOON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON INDEPENDENCE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE HOSTESS' DAUGHTER by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND |