( 67 )
POSTSCRIPT.
THUS have I written, when to write
no mortal should presume;
Or only write, what none can blame,
Hic jacet—for his tomb:
no mortal should presume;
Or only write, what none can blame,
Hic jacet—for his tomb:
The publick frowns, and censures loud
my puerile employ;
Though just the censure, if you smile,
the scandal I enjoy;
my puerile employ;
Though just the censure, if you smile,
the scandal I enjoy;
But sing no more—no more I sing,
or reassume the lyre,
Unless vouchsaf'd an humble part
where Raphael leads the choir:
or reassume the lyre,
Unless vouchsaf'd an humble part
where Raphael leads the choir:
What myriads swell the concert loud?
their golden harps resound
High, as the footstool of the throne,
and deep, as hell profound;
their golden harps resound
High, as the footstool of the throne,
and deep, as hell profound;
Hell (horrid contrast!) chord, and song
of raptur'd angels drowns
In self-will's peal of blasphemies,
and hideous burst of groans;
of raptur'd angels drowns
In self-will's peal of blasphemies,
and hideous burst of groans;
But
