NIGHT THE FIRST. Life, Death, ΟΝ Death, and Immortality. HUMBLY INSCRIBED To the RIGHT HONOURABLE ARTHUR ONSLOW, Efq; SPEAKER of the Houfe of COMMONS. B THE COMPLAINT. NIGHT the FIRST. IR'D Nature's fweet Reftorer, balmy Sleep! Swift on his downy Pinion flies from Woc, And lights on Lids unfully'd with a Tear. From fhort (as ufual) and disturb'd Repose, At random drove, her Helm of Reason loft. Night, Night, fable Goddess! from her Ebon Throne, Silence, and Darkness! folemn Sifters! Twins The Grave, your Kingdom: There this Frame shall fall But what are ye? THOU, who didft put to Flight Exulting, fhouted o'er the rifing Ball; O THOU! whofe Word from folid Darkness struck That Spark, the Sun; ftrike Wisdom from my Soul; My Soul, which flies to thee, her Truft, her Treasure, As Mifers to their Gold, while others reft. Thro' this Opaque of Nature, and of Soul, The |