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And is not this the gloomy path,
which you are treading now?
The path most gloomy leads to light,
when our proud passions bow:
which you are treading now?
The path most gloomy leads to light,
when our proud passions bow:
When labouring under fancied ill,
my spirits to sustain,
He kindly cur'd with sov'reign draughts
of unimagin'd pain:
my spirits to sustain,
He kindly cur'd with sov'reign draughts
of unimagin'd pain:
Pain'd sense from fancy's tyranny
alone can set us free,
A thousand miseries we feel,
'till sunk in misery.
alone can set us free,
A thousand miseries we feel,
'till sunk in misery.
Cloy'd with a glut of all we wish,
our wish we relish less;
Success, a sort of suicide,
is ruin'd by success:
our wish we relish less;
Success, a sort of suicide,
is ruin'd by success:
Sometimes He led me near to death,
and, pointing to the grave,
Bid terror whisper kind advice,
and taught the tomb to save:
and, pointing to the grave,
Bid terror whisper kind advice,
and taught the tomb to save:
To raise my thoughts beyond where worlds
as spangles o'er us shine,
One day He gave, and bid the next
my soul's delight resign.
as spangles o'er us shine,
One day He gave, and bid the next
my soul's delight resign.
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