Tempest the loosen'd Brine; while, thro' the Gloom, The Lyon's Rage, the Wolf's sad Howl is heard, 355 Yet, Providence, that ever-waking Eye Looks down, with Pity, on the fruitless Toil Of Mortals, lost to Hope, and lights them safe, Thro' all this dreary Labyrinth of Fate. "Tis done! Dread Winter has subdu'd the Year, B417 C737 E1024 360 And reigns, tremendous, o'er the desart Plains! How dead the Vegetable Kingdom lies! How dumb the Tuneful! Horror wide extends Now, fond Man! Behold thy pictur'd Life: Pass some few Years, 365 Thy flow'ring Spring, Thy short-liv'd Summer's Strength, Thy sober Autumn, fading into Age, And pale, concluding, Winter shuts thy Scene, where now, are fled Those Dreams of Greatness? those unsolid Hopes 370 Of Happiness? those Longings, after Fame? Those restless Cares? those busy, bustling Days? 375 Immortal, Mankind's never-failing Friend, and see! 'Tis come, the Glorious Morn! the second Birth Which Sight cou'd never trace, nor Heart conceive, B. 353, 354 At once, is heard, th'united, hungry, Howl, || Of all the fell etc. Angels, and Men, astonish'd, pause and dread 385 To travel thro' the Depths of Providence, Untry'd, unbounded. Ye vain Learned! see, And, prostrate in the Dust, adore that Power, And Goodness, oft arraign'd. See now the Cause, 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: Why the lone Widow and her Orphans, pin'd, In starving Solitude; while Luxury, 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, And all your Woes are past. Time swiftly fleets, And wish'd Eternity, approaching, brings Life undecaying, Love without Allay, 405 Pure flowing Joy, and Happiness sincere. 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, Vapours, and Clouds, and Storms. Be these my theme. 5 And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms! With frequent foot, Cogenial horrors, hail! Pleas'd have I, in my chearful morn of life, 10 Pleas'd have I wander'd thro' your rough domain; 15 Look'd out the joyous Spring, look'd out, and smil'd. To thee, the patron of her first essay, MS 14 red pale T WINTER. ed. 1744. (Variations from D in italics.) F = ed. 1746. numbering of the lines in E and F is the same. E, Winter comes, to rule the vary'd Year, and sad, with all his rising Train; , and Clouds, and Storms. Be these my Theme, hat exalt the Soul to solemn Thought, venly Musing. Welcome, kindred Glooms! Horrors, hail! with frequent Foot, have I, in my chearful Morn of Life, urs'd by careless Solitude I liv'd, ng of Nature with unceasing Joy, out the joyous Spring, look'd out, and smil❜d. Thee, the Patron of her first Essay, |