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COMPLAINT

NI G H T the FIRST.

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XA IR'D Nature's sweet Restorer, balmy Sleep!

He, like the World, his ready Visit pays
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Where Fortune smiles; the Wretched he for

fakes :

Swift on his downy Pinion -flies from Woc, 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, desponding Thoughg From Wave to Wave of fansy'd Misery, At random drove, her Helm of Reason loft. Tho' now restor'd, 'tis only Change of Pain, (A bitter Change!) feverer for severe, The Day too short for my Distress! and Night, Even in the Zenith of her dark Domain, Is Sunshine, to the Colour of my Fate.

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Night,

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Night, fable Goddess! from her Ebon Throne,
In rayless Majesty, now stretches forth
Her leaden Sceptre o'er a slumb’ring World.
Silence, how dead! and Darkness, how profound !
Nor Eye, nor list’ning Ear an Object finds ;
Creation sleeps. "Tis, as the gen’ral Pulse
Of Life stood still, and Nature made a Pause;
An aweful Pause ! prophetic of her End.
And let her Prophecy be soon fulfili'd ;
Fate! drop the Curtain ; I can lose no more.

Silence, and Darkness! folemn Sisters I Twins
From antient Night, who nurse the tender Thought
To, Reason, and on Reason build Refolve,
(That Column of true Majesty in Man)
Aflift me: I will thank you in the Grave;
The Grave, your Kingdom: There this Frame shall fall
A Victim facred to your dreary Shrine.
But what are ye? THOU, who didst put to Flight
Primæval Silence, when the Morning-Stars,
Exulting, shouted o'er the rising Ball;
O THOU! whose Word from folid Darkness struck
That Spark, the Sun ; strike Wisdom from

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My Soul, which flies to thee, her Trust, her Treasure,
As Misers to their Gold, while others reft.

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Soul ;

Thro' this Opaque of Nature, and of Soul,
This double Night, transmit one pitying Ray,
To lighten, and to chear. O lead my Mind,
(A Mind that fain would wander from its Woe)
Lead it thro' various Scenes of Life, and Death ;
And from each Scene, the nobleft Truths inspire.
Nor less inspire my Conduct, than my Song ;
Teach my best Reason, Reason ; my best Will
Teach Rectitude ; and fix my firm Resolve
Wisdom to wed, and pay her long Arrear :
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let the Phial of thy Vengeance, pour'd On this devoted Head, be pour'd in vain.

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