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Angels, and Men, astonish'd, pause – and dread 385 To travel thro' the Depths of Providence,
Untry'd, unbounded. Ye vain Learned ! see,
Why conscious Worth, oppress'd, in secret long 390 Mourn'd, unregarded: Why the Good Man's Share
In Life, was Gall, and Bitterness of Soul:
In Palaces, lay prompting her low Thought, 395 To form unreal Wants: why Heaven-born Faith,
And Charity, prime Grace! wore the red Marks Of Persecution's Scourge: Why licens'd Pain, That cruel Spoiler, that embosom'd Foe,
Imbitter'd all our Bliss. Ye Good Distrest! 400 Ye Noble Few! that, here, unbending, stand
Beneath Life's Pressures ... yet a little while,
Life undecaying, Love without Allay,
Text (C) = ed. 1730, 4to. The variations from B are indicated by means of italics. D = ed. 1730, 8vo. The MS. notes were made on
the latter text.
SEE Winter comes, to rule the varied year,
And sung of Nature with unceasing joy,
Trod the pure virgin-snows, my self as pure;
In the red evening-sky. Thus pass'd the time,
B- D17 The muse, O Wilmington! renews her song.
Since has she rounded the revolving Year: 20 Skim'd the gay Spring; on eagle-pinions borne,
Attempted thro' the Summer-blaze to rise;
MS 14 red] pale T
Teact (E): ed. 1744. (Variations from D in italics.) F ed. 1746.
The numbering of the lines in E and F is the same.
SEE, Winter comes, to rule the vary'd Year, Sullen, and sad, with all his rising Train; Vapours, and Clouds, and Storms. Be these my Theme, These, that exalt the Soul to solemn Thought, And heavenly Musing. Welcome, kindred Glooms! Cogenial Horrors, hail! with frequent Foot, Pleas'd have I, in my chearful Morn of Life, When nurs'd by careless Solitude I liv’d,
And sung of Nature with unceasing Joy,
Trod the pure Virgin-Snows, myself as pure;
In the grim Evening-Sky. Thus pass'd the Time, 15 Till tbro' the lucid Chambers of the South
Look'd out the joyous Spring, look'd out, and smil'd.
To Thee, the Patron of her first Essay, The Muse, O Wilmington! renews her Song.
Since has she rounded the revolving Year: 20 Skim'd the gay Spring; on Eagle-Pinions borne,
Attempted thro' the Summer-Blaze to rise;
F 17 her ] this
Then swept o’er Autumn with the shadowy gale;
Roll'd in the doubling storm, she tries to soar; 25 To swell her note with all the rushing winds;
To suit her sounding cadence to the floods;
With bold description, and with manly thought. 30 For thee the Graces smooth; thy softer thoughts
The Muses tune; nor art thou skill'd alone
But equal goodness; sound integrity; 35 A firm, unshaken, uncorrupted soul,
Amid a sliding age; and burning strong,
These, each exalting each, the statesman light 40 Into the patriot; and, the publick hope
And eye to thee converting, bid the muse
When Scorpió gives to Capricorn the sway,
Scarce spreads o'er æther the dejected day.
Thro' the thick air; as at dull distance seen,
And, soon descending, to the long dark night,