Breathing towards the Heavenly Country. Casimire. Book I. Od. 19. Imitated. Urit me Patriae Decor, &c. Isaac Watts 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. T82397 K067329.000 Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748. Horæ lyricæ: Poems, chiefly of the lyric kind. In two books. ... By I. Watts. London Printed by S. and D. Bridge, for John Lawrence at the Sign of the Angel in the Poultrey. MDCCVI. 1706 pp. 108-109. [20],267,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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Breathing towards the Heavenly Country . Casimire . Book I. Od. 19. Imitated . Urit me Patriae Decor , &c. THE Beauty of my Native Land Immortal Love inspires ; I burn , I burn with strong Desires , And sigh and wait the high Command . There glides the Moon her shining Way , And shoots my Heart thro' with a Silver Ray ; Upward my Heart aspires : A thousand Lamps of Golden Light Hung high in vaulted Azure charm my Sight , And wink and becken with their Amorous Fires . O Ye dear Glories of my Heavenly Home , Bright Sentinels of my Fathers Court Where all the happy Minds resort , When will my Father's Chariot come ? Must ye for ever walk the Ethereal Round , For ever see the Mourner lie An Exile of the Sky , A Prisoner of the Ground ? Descend some shining Servant from on high , Build me a hasty Tomb ; A Grassie Turf will raise my Head , The Neighbouring Lillies dress my Bed And shed a cheap Perfume . Here I put off the Chains of Death My Soul too long has worn , Friends , I forbid one groaning Breath , Or Tear to wet my Urn ; Raphael , behold me all undrest , Here gently lay this Flesh to rest ; Then mount and lead the Path unknown , Swift I pursue thee , Flaming Guide , on Pinions of my own .