THE
WISH
,
IN
A
POEM
TO
THE
ATHENIANS
.
WOu'd
some
kind
Vision
represent
to
me
How
bright
thy
Streets
,
Celestial
Salem
!
be
;
I'd
trace
thy
shining
pearly
Faths
,
and
tell
How
bless'd
are
those
that
in
thy
Temple
dwell
:
How
much
more
bright
than
e're
proud
Phoebus
shed
Are
those
vast
Rays
the
Eternal
Sun
does
spread
!
Cou'd
I
the
chiefest
of
ten
thousands
view
,
Wou'd
Angels
me
their
Admiration
shew
,
I'd
tell
the
Virgins
,
tell
'em
o'reagen
How
fair
he
lookt
to
the
black
Sons
of
men
:
Might
I
,
but
ah
,
while
clogg'd
with
sinful
Flesh
,
In
vain
I
breath
out
the
impatient
Wish
!
But
have
a
glimpse
of
those
fair
Fields
of
Bliss
,
Where
dress'd
in
Beams
,
the
shining
Saints
do
move
More
gay
then
all
the
fancy'd
shades
of
Love
:
Where
still
from
pure
exhaustless
fountains
,
to
Bright
Silver
streams
the
Chrystal
Waters
flow
;
Where
the
true
Son
of
Glory
ne're
declines
,
But
with
unclouded
Vigour
always
shines
.
Where
endless
Smiles
coelestial
Faces
wear
,
No
Eye
eclips'd
with
a
rebellious
Tear
,
For
Greif
is
an
unheard
of
Stranger
there
.
Say
then
,
if
ought
of
that
bless'd
place
you
know
,
Describe
its
Bliss
,
its
dazling
Glories
show
!