Circled with glitt’ring hosts, and myriads of the bless’d.”
We conclude with an extract from the last poem in the book, “The Description of the Heavenly Jerusalem:”—
“Of pearls those everlasting gates are made,
Of precious stones the firm foundation’s laid;
The walls of jasper, wondrous to behold,
The city flames with pure ethereal gold;
Through its broad streets a lovely river glides,
It in the midst, with crystal streams, divides
No solar lamp, or moon’s officious ray,
No twinkling stars to make a fainter day;