Cave of Poverty, The - Part 83
Nor when the hot and fiery-pointed Sun
Has drunk the Morning's Silver melting Dews;
Is the fad Term of our Afflictions run,
But with the varied Time Distress renews:
Like gross and hardy Sp'rits that dare out-stay
The Verge of Night, and brave the glaring Day.
Has drunk the Morning's Silver melting Dews;
Is the fad Term of our Afflictions run,
But with the varied Time Distress renews:
Like gross and hardy Sp'rits that dare out-stay
The Verge of Night, and brave the glaring Day.
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