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NIGHT the SECOND.
ON
Time, Death, Friendship.
Humbly Inscribed
To the Right Honourable
The Earl of Wilmington.
"WHEN the Cock crew, he wept”—Smote by that Eye,
Which looks on me, on All: That Pow'r, who bids
This Midnight Centinel, with Clarion shrill,
Emblem of that which shall awake the Dead,
Rouse Souls from Slumber, into Thoughts of Heaven,
Shall I too weep? Where then is Fortitude?
And Fortitude abandon'd, where is Man?
I know the Terms on which he sees the Light;
He that is born, is listed; Life is War;
Eternal War with Woe. Who bears it best,
Deserves it least.—On other Themes I'll dwell.
Lorenzo! let me turn my Thoughts on Thee,
And Thine, on Themes may profit; profit there,
Where most thy Need. Themes, too, the genuine Growth
Of dear Philander's Dust. He, thus, tho' dead,
May still befriend—What Themes? Time's wondrous Price
Death, Friendship, and Philander's final Scene.
Which looks on me, on All: That Pow'r, who bids
This Midnight Centinel, with Clarion shrill,
Emblem of that which shall awake the Dead,
Rouse Souls from Slumber, into Thoughts of Heaven,
Shall I too weep? Where then is Fortitude?
And Fortitude abandon'd, where is Man?
I know the Terms on which he sees the Light;
He that is born, is listed; Life is War;
Eternal War with Woe. Who bears it best,
Deserves it least.—On other Themes I'll dwell.
Lorenzo! let me turn my Thoughts on Thee,
And Thine, on Themes may profit; profit there,
Where most thy Need. Themes, too, the genuine Growth
Of dear Philander's Dust. He, thus, tho' dead,
May still befriend—What Themes? Time's wondrous Price
Death, Friendship, and Philander's final Scene.
So
