Love Is A Child That Talks In

Revealed Religion First Informed Thy Sight, And Reason Saw Not Till Faith Sprung To Light.

Few Know The Use Of Life Before 'tis Past.

An Horrible Stillness First Invades Our Ear, And In That Silence We The Tempest Fear.

For Those Whom God To Ruin Has Design'd, He Fits For Fate, And First Destroys Their Mind.

When The Sun Sets, Shadows, That Shew'd At Noon But Small, Appear Most Long And Terrible; So, When We Think Fate Hovers O'er Our Heads, Our Apprehensions Shoot Beyond All Bounds, Owls, Ravens, Crickets Seem The Watch Of Death, Nature's Worst Vermine Scare Her God-like Sons. Ecchoes The Very Leavings Of A Voice, Grow Babling Ghosts, And Call Us To Our Graves: Each Mole-hill Thought Swells To A Huge Olympus, While We Fantastick Dreamers Heave And Puff, And Sweat With An Imagination's Weight.