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FROM THE SAME.
TO THE SUPREME BEING.
The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed
Written in very early Youth.
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
Sept. 3, 1803.
Earth has not any thing to shew more fair:
"Beloved Vale!" I said, "when I shall con
Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne
Which mists and vapours from mine eyes did shroud,
Nor view of him who sate thereon allow'd;
But all the steps and ground about were strown
With sights the ruefullest that flesh and bone
Ever put on; a miserable crowd.
Sick, hale, old, young, who cried before that cloud,
"Thou art our king, O Death! to thee we groan."
I seem'd to mount those steps; 'the vapours gave
Smooth way; and I beheld the face of one
Sleeping alone within a mossy cave,
With her face up to heaven; that seem'd to have
Pleasing remembrance of a thought foregone;
A lovely Beauty in a summer grave! ,