SOLILOQUY VIII.

Why does the sun with constant glory burn?
Why does the day to guilty man return?
To guilty man? whose insolence and pride
The glories of th' eternal sun would hide.
Why do the stars with nightly splendor shine,
While mists from hell obscure the light divine?
Back to your fountain turn your lucid streams,
To holier regions lend your gentle beams.

O! let me weep in some sequester'd shade,
Whose dark recess no light shall e'er invade;
Where mortal joys shall offer no relief,
To intermit the just, the serious grief.
O could my tears the public vengeance stay,
And yet suspend the desolating day!
But see it comes! the threat'ning tempests rise,
Presaging darkness gathers in the skies.

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