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Who dwell in enclos'd folid orbs of scull;
There Milton dwells; the mortal sung
35 Themes not presum'd by any mortal tongue; New terrours or new glories shine In ev'ry page, and flying scenes divine Surprise the wond'ring sense and draw our souls along. Behold his Muse sent out t'explore
40 The unapparent deep, where waves of chaos roar, And realms of night anknown before. She trac'd a glorious path unknown Thro'fields of heav'nly war and seraphs overthrown, Where his advent'rous genius led;
45 Sov'reign she fram'd a model of her own, Nor thank'd the living nor the dead.
The noble hater of degen'rate rhyme
To Mr. Nicholas Clarke.
fad to lose the day, The flow'ry vales in mourning lay, In mourning stood the hills.
IV. “ Such are our sorrows, Clarke,” I cry'd, “ Clouds of the brain grow black and hide “Our darken'd souls behind; “In the young morning of our years “ Distemp’ring fogs have climb’d the spheres " And choke the lab'ring mind.
V. “Lo, the gay planet rears his head “ And overlooks the lofty shade,
New-bright'ning all the skies: “ But hy, dear partner of my moan, " When will our long eclipse be gone, 5 Or when our suns arisc?
VI. “In vain are potent herbs apply'd, “Harmonious sounds in vain have try'd "To make the darkness fly; “But drugs would raise the dead as soon, " Or clatc'ring brass relieve the moon, 64 When fainting in the sky.
VII. “Some friendly spirit from above, “ Born of the light and nurs’d with love, " Alift our feeble fires, “Force these invading glooms away;
Souls should be seen quite thro' their clay " Bright as your heav'nly choirs.
VIII. “ But if the fogs muft damp the flame,
Gently kind Death dissolve our frame, “Release the pris’ner mind: “Our souls shall mount at thy discharge " To their bright source, and shine at large " Nor clouded nor confin'd.”
The aplietions of a friend, 1702.
Now let my cares all bury'd lie,
2. Sickness and pains are quite forgot,
3. Infinite grief puts sense to flight
4. Thus am I born to be unbleft;
breast T'admit a foreign foe.
5. Sorrows in long succellion reign,
6. Why was this life for mis’ry made,
7. Move faster on great Nature's wheel,
8. Be dulky all my rising suns,