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THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL.*
1. VITAL spark of heav'nly flame !
Quit, oh quit this mortal frame !
Oh the pain, the bliss of dying !
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
The world recedes; it disappears !
* This ode was written, at the desire of Steele, in imitation of the famous sonnet of Hadrian to his departing soul,
With sounds seraphic ring : Lend, lend your wings! I mount ! I fly! O Grave ! where is thy Victory?
O Death! where is thy Sting?
CR I TICIS M.
Written in the Year MDCCIX. * when the Author
was only twenty years old.
* First advertised in the Spectator, No. 65. May 15, 1711.
INTRODUCTION. That it is as great a fault to judge ill as
to write ill, and a more dangerous one to the public, ver. 1. That
Ver. 203, &c. Causes hindering a true Judgment:
by parts, and not by the whole, ver. 233 to 288. Critics in