The Elevation. Lady Mary Chudleigh Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T97275 Chudleigh, Mary Lee, 1656-1710. Poems on several occasions. Together with the Song of the three children paraphras'd. By the Lady Chudleigh. London Printed by W.B. for Bernard Lintott at the Middle Temple Gate in Fleetstreet 1703 pp. 33-34. [16],125,[17],73,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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The Elevation . 1. O how ambitious is my Soul , How high she now aspires ! There's nothing can on Earth controul , Or limit her Desires . 2. Upon the Wings of Thought she flies Above the reach of Sight , And finds a way thro' pathless Skies To everlasting Light : 3. From whence with blameless Scorn she views The Follies of Mankind ; And smiles to see how each pursues Joys fleeting as the Wind . 4. Yonder's the little Ball of Earth , It lessens as I rise ; That Stage of transitory Mirth , Of lasting Miseries : 5. My Scorn does into Pity turn , And I lament the Fate Of Souls , that still in Bodies mourn , For Faults which they create : 6. Souls without Spot , till Flesh they wear , Which their pure Substance stains : While they th' uneasie Burthen bear , They're never free from Pains .