The poems of George Daniel ... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes |
 | I. |
| II. |
| III, IV. |
|
|
|
 | The poems of George Daniel |  |
ODE LV.
[Slip on, Sad Infants, of a groneing Time]
1
Slip on, Sad Infants, of a groneing Time,Till all your Sand be Spent;
Poor Minutes! flye,
And yet be innocent;
Or man will Apprehend you to his Crime,
And filthilye,
Abuse you, to the lust of his intent.
2
Or might your carefull Mother rather ioyIn an Abortive brood;
Then have you live
113
In your first Light; and live but to destroy
What you should give;
Order, in all the Creature, as it Stood.
3
Rather pull in your fearfull Heads, and shrinke,Nameles, backe to her wombe,
Then breath this Light;
Let Chaos be a Tombe
To close you, yet vnknowne; let Motion winke;
And all the bright
Glories of Day run backe from whence they come.
4
Ah man, vnhappie man! the Infant DayPeepes with a blubber'd Eye,
To looke vpon
The Night's dire Tragedie;
Sad for our Sins. The Night, in Darke dismay,
Puts mourning on
For our Day Crimes; more Sensible then wee.
5
How many Tears for vs fall everie night!Besides those of the Day.
If Pittye faile,
114
Correcting winds, and Thunder's horrid Light.
But these availe
Not man to Stop, one foot, in his owne way.
| The poems of George Daniel | |