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On Time, Death, Friendship.
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Man's Glory Heav'n vouchsafes to call her own.
We gaze; we weep; mixt Tears of Grief and Joy!
Amazement strikes! Devotion bursts to Flame!
Christians adore! and Infidels Believe.
As some tall Tow'r, or lofty Mountain's Brow,
Detains the Sun, Illustrious from its Height;
While rising Vapours, and descending Shades,
With Damps, and Darkness, drown the spacious Vale:
Undampt by Doubt, Undarken'd by Despair,
Philander, thus, augustly rears his Head,
At that Black Hour, which gen'ral Horror sheds
On the low Level of th' inglorious Throng:
Sweet Peace, and Heav'nly Hope, and Humble Joy,
Divinely beam on his exalted Soul;
Destruction gild, and crown him for the Skies,
With incommunicable Lustre, Bright.
We gaze; we weep; mixt Tears of Grief and Joy!
Amazement strikes! Devotion bursts to Flame!
Christians adore! and Infidels Believe.
As some tall Tow'r, or lofty Mountain's Brow,
Detains the Sun, Illustrious from its Height;
While rising Vapours, and descending Shades,
With Damps, and Darkness, drown the spacious Vale:
Undampt by Doubt, Undarken'd by Despair,
Philander, thus, augustly rears his Head,
At that Black Hour, which gen'ral Horror sheds
On the low Level of th' inglorious Throng:
Sweet Peace, and Heav'nly Hope, and Humble Joy,
Divinely beam on his exalted Soul;
Destruction gild, and crown him for the Skies,
With incommunicable Lustre, Bright.
NIGHT
