| The Spirit epiloguizes: | TO the Ocean now I fly, | |
| And those happy climes that ly | |
| Where day never shuts his eye, | |
| Up in the broad fields of the sky: | |
| There I suck the liquid ayr | 5 |
| All amidst the Gardens fair | |
| Of Hesperus, and his daughters three | |
| That sing about the golden tree: | |
| Along the crispèd shades and bowres | |
| Revels the spruce and jocond Spring, | 10 |
| The Graces, and the rosie-boosom'd Howres, | |
| Thither all their bounties bring, | |
| That there eternal Summer dwels, | |
| And West winds, with musky wing | |
| About the cedar'n alleys fling | 15 |
| Nard, and Cassia's balmy smels. | |
| Iris there with humid bow, | |
| Waters the odorous banks that blow | |
| Flowers of more mingled hew | |
| Than her purfl'd scarf can shew, | 20 |
| And drenches with Elysian dew | |
| (List mortals, if your ears be true) | |
| Beds of Hyacinth, and roses | |
| Where young Adonis oft reposes, | |
| Waxing well of his deep wound | 25 |
| In slumber soft, and on the ground | |
| Sadly sits th' Assyrian Queen; | |
| But far above in spangled sheen | |
| Celestial Cupid her fam'd son advanc't, | |
| Holds his dear Psyche sweet intranc't | 30 |
| After her wandring labours long, | |
| Till free consent the gods among | |
| Make her his eternal Bride, | |
| And from her fair unspotted side | |
| Two blissful twins are to be born, | 35 |
| Youth and Joy; so Jove hath sworn. | |
| But now my task is smoothly don, | |
| I can fly, or I can run | |
| Quickly to the green earths end, | |
| Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend, | 40 |
| And from thence can soar as soon | |
| To the corners of the Moon. | |
| Mortals that would follow me, | |
| Love vertue, she alone is free. | |
| She can teach ye how to clime | 45 |
| Higher then the Spheary chime; | |
| Or if Vertue feeble were, | |
| Heav'n it self would stoop to her. | |
