Lyra Davidica/The Gate of Paradise

by Anonymous

The Gate of Paradise

Dic quibus in Terris, & eris mihi Magnus Apollo,
Tres pateat Cæli Spatium non amplius Ulnas?

Virgil. In English thus.

Say, and thou'rt my Apollo, in what Land
Is Heav'ns wide Space in Cubits Three contain'd?

The Solution. To the Tune of, Sing to the Lord.

1.

HOW long, vain Main, dost thou so eagre fly,
To meet thy God Without, beyond the Sky?
Outward is still but Matters Region Dark.
He's ev'ry where; but still Within the Bark.

2.

Outward is Downmard: Inwar Is Upwards known:
Th' Ascent still tow'rds the Centre, and the Crown.
Thy Way's too Long, withdraw from Matters Bound,
And Heav'ns bright Orbs may in thy Self be found.

3.

God's proper Place Region of Spirit is.
Mind Borders on it. Seek'st thou Realms of Bliss?
Retire then, Recollect. Break thro', Arise.
In thy own Soul's the Gate of PARADISE.