Then ceafe, fair mourner, to complain, Nor lavish fuch bright streams in vain : III. The generous mind is by its fufferings known, On the fun-beams his tender eyes, And, if he fhrinks not at th' offenfive light," IV. Though cares affault thy breast on every side, But with kind hopes fupport thy mind, And think thy better lot behind : And fhew thou dar'st deserve a better state. V. Then, lovely mourner, wipe those tears away, Like ravenous age thy charms they wafte, All gay without, all calm within ; For Fate is aw'd, and adverfe fortunes fly HYMN HYMN TO THE MORNING, IN PRAISE OF LIGHT. I. PARENT of Day! whofe beauteous beams of light Spring from the darkfome womb of night, And midst their native horrors fhow, Thou first effay of light, and pledge of day ! II. Rival of fhade, eternal fpring of light! But, fpight of time, thou 'rt ever young : III. Like fome fair bride thou rifeft from thy bed, And doft around thy luftre spread ; Around the universe dispense New life to all, and quickening influence. With gloomy fmiles thy rival Night Beholds thy glorious dawn of light: Not all the wealth fhe views in mines below Can match thy brighter beams, or equal luftre fhow. At thy approach, Nature erects her head, The drowsy earth and feas awake, And, from thy beams, new life and vigour take: When thy more chearful rays appear, Ev'n guilt and women ceafe to fear: Horror, Despair, and all the fons of Night Retire before thy beams, and take their hafty flight. V. To thee, the grateful East their altars raise, Like the fair Phoenix from her balmy neft: No altar of the gods can equal thine, The air's thy richest incenfe, the whole land thy fhrine! VI. But yet thy fading glories foon decay. Thine's but a momentary stay; Too foon thou 'rt ravifh'd from our fight, Borne down the ftream of day, and overwhelm'd with light. Thy beams to their own ruin haste, Thine is a glorious, but a fhort-liv'd state. Pity so fair a birth fhould yield fo foon to Fate! VII. Before th' Almighty Artist fram'd the sky, His first command was for thy light; Old Chaos then a chearful fmile put on, And, from thy beauteous form, did first presage its VIII. "Let there be Light!" the great Creator faid, His word the active child obey'd: own. Night did her teeming womb difclose ; And then the blushing Morn, its brighteft offspring, rofe. A while th' Almighty wondering view'd, And then himself pronounc'd it good: "With Night," faid he, "divide th' imperial fway; "Thou my firft labour art, and thou fhalt blefs the Day." HYMN TO DARKNESS. I. DARKNESS, thou firft great parent of us all, art our great original : Since from thy univerfal womb Does all thou fhad'ft below, thy numerous offspring, II. Thy wondrous birth is ev'n to Time unknown,. Whilft Light did its first being owe Say, in what diftant region dost thou dwell, From form and duller matter free, Thou- foar'ft above the reach of man's philosophy. Involv'd in thee, we first receive our breath, Great Monarch of the Grave and Womb, V. The filent globe is ftruck with awful fear, When thy majestic shades appear: Thou doft compose the air and fea, And Earth a fabbath keeps, facred to Reft and Thee. VI. In thy ferener fhades our ghosts delight, And court the umbrage of the Night; In vaults and gloomy caves they stray, But fly the Morning's beams, and ficken at the Day. VII. Though folid bodies dare exclude the light, Nor will the brightest ray admit ; No fubftance can thy force repel, Thou reign' in depths below, dost in the centre dwell. VIII. The |