Thoughts of the kind in Dreams his Soul possess’d; }
He view’d the Place he lov’d, and what he felt express’d: }
“Hail, favorite Seat, The Valley’s Crown and Pride!
Would in thy Glory thou might’st still abide,
Nor feel the Lapse of Ages; but thy Doom,
Strong as Thou art, and Beautiful, must come.
When thou art then but as a Ruin known,
And a new Structure to that Age is shown,
Like the First Temple’s shall thy Fortune be;
The Old shall sigh an humble Dome to see;