DEsd from    name

        If rig calld, whose Voice divine

        Folloh Olympian hill I soare,

        Above t of Pegasean wing.

        t thou [ 5 ]

        Nor of top

        Of old Olympus d, but heavnlie borne,

        Before tain flowd,

        ternal isdom didst verse,

        isdom ter, and    play [ 10 ]

        In presence of tie Father, pleasd

        itial Song. Up led by thee

        Into the heavn of heavns I have presumd,

        A, and drawn Empyreal Aire,

        tempring; ie guided down [ 15 ]

        Returo my Native Element:

        Least from teed unreind, (as once

        Bellerophough from a lower Clime)

        Dismounted, on th Aleian Field I fall

        Erroneous to wander and forlorne. [ 20 ]

        remaines unsung, but narrower bound

        ithe visible Diurnal Spheare;

        Standing o rapt above the Pole,

        More safe I Sing al voice, ungd

        to e, though falln on evil dayes, [ 25 ]

        On evil dayes tongues;

        In darkness, and    round,

        And solitude; yet not alone, whou

        Visitst my slumbers Nightly, or when Morn

        Purples t: still govern thou my Song, [ 30 ]

        Urania, and fit audience find, though few.

        But drive farr off the barbarous dissonance

        Of Bacche Race

        Of t    t tore thra Bard

        In Rhodope, where oods and Rocks had Eares [ 35 ]

        to rapture, till the savage clamor dround

        Bothe Muse defend

        thee implores:

        For t y dreame.
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