Songs, Song

Once I was blind and could not see, And all was dark around; But Providence did pity me, And soon a friend I found; Thro' secret paths my friend me led; Such paths as babblers never tread. With a fa, la, la, &c.

All stumbling blocks he took away, That I might walk secure; And brought me long e'er break of day, To Sol's bright temple door; Where there we both admittance found, By power of magic, spells and sound.

The curber of my bold attempt, Did then my breast alarm; And hinted I was not exempt, If rash, from double harm; Which quickly stopt my rising pride, And made me trust more to my guide.

In solemn pace I was led up, And pass'd thro' the bright dome, But soon I was oblig'd to stop, Till I myself made known; Then round an ancient form was bro't, To obtain the favour that I sought.

With humble posture and due form, I listen'd with good will; And found, instead of noise and storm, That all was hush'd and still; And soon a heavenly sound did hear, That quite dispell'd all doubt and fear.

The guardian of this mystic charm, In shining jewels drest; Said, that I need to fear no harm, If faithful was my breast; For tho' to rogues he was severe, No harm an honest man need fear.

Bright wisdom from his awful throne, Bade darkness to withdraw; No sooner said, but it was done. And then—great things I saw; But what they were—I now won't tell, But safely in my breast shall dwell.

Then round and round me he did tie An ancient noble charm; Which future darkness will defy, And ward of Cowans harm; Then I return'd from whence I came, Not what I was, but what I am.