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THE
COMPLAINT:
ZOR
Night Thoughts

- ON A
LIFE, DEATH,

AND

IMMORTALITY.

To which is added,
A PARAPHRASE on Part of the Book of JOB.

A New EDITION, from one Corrected by the Author.

With the Addition of the Author's Life, by an

Eminent Hand.

Sunt lacrymæ rerum, & mentem mortalia tangunt.

VIRG.

ι ο Ν D ο Ν:
Printed in the Year M.DCC.LXXI.

280 n. 261.

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THE

COMPLAIN T.

NIGHT the FIRST. On Life, Death, and Immortality. To the Right Hon. ARTHUR Onslow,

SPEAKER of the HOUSE of COMMONS.

IR'D nature's sweet reforer, balmy Sleep! .
He, like the world, his ready visit pays,

Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes:
Swift on his downy pinions dies from woe,
And lights on lids unsully'd with a tear.

From short, (as usual) and disturb'd repose,
I wake : How happy they who wake no more!
Yet that were vain, if dreams infeft the grave.
I wake emerging from a sea of dreams
Tumultuous, where my wreck'd defponding chought
From wave to wave of Fancy'd misery,
At random drove, her helın of reason loft:
Tho' now reftor'd, 'tis only change of pain,
(A bitter change :) feverer for severe :
The Day too short for my diftress! and Night,
Even in the Zenith of her dark domain,
Is sunshine to the colour of my fate.

Night, fable goddess ! from her Ebon throne,
In rayless majetty, now ftretches forth
Her leaden scepter o'er a slumb'ring world :
Silence, how dead! and darkness, how profound !
Nor eye, nor liftning ear an obje&t finds :
Creation feeps. 'Tis as the general pulse
Of life stood ftill, and nature made a pause;
An aweful pause! prophetic of her end.--***

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