The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burthensome, still paying, still to owe; Forgetful what from him I still receivd, And understood not that a grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and dischargd; what burden then?
Now I see Peace to corrupt no less than war to waste.
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.
With a smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth.
Then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A Paradise within thee, happier far.