Alming to profit as to please, We bring
No usual Hawk to try her Wing.
Come, come Theoph'la, fresh as May:
Hark how the Falkner lures! This is Loves Holy--Day.

Her stretch is for Devotions Quarrie, which
Mounts up her Zeal to Eagle--pitch:
Cheer Thou her present tim'rous Flight,
Whil'st She thus cuts with Wing the driving Rack of Height.

From thence, 'bove sparkling Stars, She'l spritely move,
Her Plumes of Faith being prun'd by Love.
As Grace shall ymp her Pineon, more,
Or less, she will, or flag, or 'bove what's mortal, soar.