. Emblems divine and moral . that I had wings like a dove ! for then would Ifiyaway^ and he at rest. And am I sworn a dungbill-slave for ever To earths base drudg^ry ? Shall I never findA night of rest ? Shall my indentures neverBe cancelld ? Did injurious Nature bindMy soul Earths prentice, with no clause to leave her ?No day of freedom ? Must I ever g-rind ?O that I had the pinions of a dove,That I might quit my bands, and soar above,And pour my just complaints before the great Jehove ! How happy are the doves that have the powr, Wheneer they please, to spread their airy wings !Or cloud-divi
. Emblems divine and moral . that I had wings like a dove ! for then would Ifiyaway^ and he at rest. And am I sworn a dungbill-slave for ever To earths base drudg^ry ? Shall I never findA night of rest ? Shall my indentures neverBe cancelld ? Did injurious Nature bindMy soul Earths prentice, with no clause to leave her ?No day of freedom ? Must I ever g-rind ?O that I had the pinions of a dove,That I might quit my bands, and soar above,And pour my just complaints before the great Jehove ! How happy are the doves that have the powr, Wheneer they please, to spread their airy wings !Or cloud-dividing eagles, that can towr Above the scent of these inferior things !How happy is the lark, that evry hour Leaves earth, and then, for joy, mounts up and sings !Had my dull soul but wings as well as they,How I would spring from earth, and clip* wise Aastrsea, and scron this ball of clay ! O how my soul would spurn this ball of clay, And loathe the dainties of earths painful pleasure ! * cup; fly swiftly. :b O O K ^ EIvlKLEM 13. Plalivi . r^r^. G .(//>,,/ f/nt,/f/,rJVinr,ix ,/,( /)rtr . BOOK V. EMBLEMS. 107 O how I d laugh to see men night and day-Turmoil to gain that trash they call their treasure!O how I d smile to see what plots they layTo catch a blast, or own a smile from Gaesar!Had I the pinions of a mounting dove,How I would soar and sing, and hate the loveOf transitory toys, and feed on joys above ! There should I find that everlasting pleasure, Which change removes not, and which chance pre-vents not;There should I find that everlasting treasure. Which force deprives not, forture disaugments* not;There should I find that everlasting Caesar, Whose hand recalls not, and whose heart repents not:Had I the pinions of a clipping dove,How I would climb the skies, and hate the loveOf transitory toys, and joy in things above ! No rank-mouthd slander there shall give blast our blooming names, as here they do;No liver-scalding lust shall there incense Our
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