II. The vig'rous monarch of the day, Still fick'ning and decaying fill III. In dark eclipfe his chariot roll'd, The queen of Night obfcur'd his gold Nature grew fad to lose the day, The flow'ry vales in mourning lay, In mourning flood the hills. IV. "Such are our forrows, Clarke," I cry'd, "Clouds of the brain grow black and hide "Our darken'd fouls behind; "In the young morning of our years "Diftemp'ring føgs 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 fkies: "But Lay, dear partner of my moan, "When will our long eclipfe be gone, *Or when our funs arife? 30 VI. "In vain are potent herbs apply'd, "But drugs would raise the dead as foon, VII. "Some friendly spirit from above, “Force these invading glooms away; Souls fhould be feen quite thro' their clay VIII. "But if the fogs muft damp the flame, Gently kind Death diffolve our frame, "Release the pris'ner mind: "Our fouls fhall mount at thy difcharge The afflictions of a friend, 1702. Now let my cares all bury'd lie, My griefs for ever dumb, Your forrows fwell my heart fo high 42 48 36 2. Sickness and pains are quite forgot, The spleen itself is gone; Plung'd in your woes I feel them not, 3. Infinite grief puts fense to flight. And all the foul invades; So the broad gloom of fpreading night 4. Thus am I born to be unbleft; This fympathy of wo Drives my own tyrants from my breast 5. Sorrows in long fucceffion reign, Their iron rod I feel; Friendship has only chang'd the chain, 6. Why was this life for mis'ry made, Or why drawn out fo long? Is there no room amongst the dead, Or is a wretch too young? 7. Move fafter on great Nature's wheel, Be kind ye rolling pow'rs, Hurl my days headlong down the hill With undiftinguith'd hours. 8. Be dufky all my rifing fuas, Nor finile upon a flave; Darkness and death make hafte at once To hide me in the grave. Volume VI, 8 I 2: 16 20 24 28 32 E The reverfe, or, The comforts of a friend. THUS Nature tun'd her mournful tongue Revers'd the forrow and the fong, 2. "Were kindred spirits born for cares? "Muft ev'ry grief be mine? "Is there a fympathy in tears "Yet joys refufe to join?” 3. Forbid it Heav'n, and raise my love And make our joys the fame; So blifs and friendship join'd above 4. Sorrows are loft in vaft delight That brightens all the foul, As deluges of dawning light 5. Pleafures in long fucceffion reign 6. Life has a.foft and filver thread, Nor is it drawn too long, Yet when my vafter hopes perfuade 7. Faft as you please roll down the hill And hafte away my years, Or I can wait my Father's will To the Right Honourable John Lord Cuts †, At the fiege of Namur. The hardy foldier. O Why is man fo thoughtless grown, "Vent'ring the leap to worlds unknown "Secure of life above the stars. At the fiege of Namur. 8 12 |