So fad the fcene: What then must Perfeus feel, THE PREFACE. AS the occafion of this Poem was real, not fictitious; fo the method purfued in it, was rather impofed, by what spontaneously arofe in the author's mind on that occafion, than meditated or defigned. Which will appear very probable from the nature of it. For it differs from the common mode of Poetry, which is, from long narrations to draw short morals. Here, on the contrary, the narrative is fhort, and the morality arifing from it makes the bulk of the Poem. The reason of it is, That the facts mentioned did naturally pour thefe moral reflections on the thought of the writer. THE THE COMPLAIN T. NIGHT THE FIRST: ON LIFE, DEATH, AND IMMORTALITY. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE ARTHUR ONSLOW, Esq. SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE OF COMMONS. T AIR'D Nature's fweet reftorer, balmy Sleep! He, like the world, his ready vifit pays Where Fortune fmiles; the wretched he forsakes; From short (as usual) and disturb'd repose, VOL. II. grave. I wake, I wake, emerging from a sea of dreams Tumultuous; where my wreck'd defponding thought, From wave to wave of fancy'd misery, At random drove, her helm of reason loft. Is funshine to the colour of my fate. Night, fable goddess! from her ebon throne, (That column of true majefty in man) Affift me: I will thank you in the grave; The grave, your kingdom: There this frame shall fall A victim facred to your dreary fhrine. But what are ye? THOU, who didst put to flight Primæval Silence, when the morning stars, Exulting, fhouted o'er the rifing ball; O THOU, whose word from folid darkness struck. My foul, which flies to Thee, her truft, her treasure, 3 Thro' |