[There let Time's creeping Winter shed]
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The following Supplement and Conclusion to
Mr. Milton's Incomparable Poem, entitled,
Il Penseroso, or The Pensive Man, was
also writ by Mr. Hughes. It seems necessary to quote the eight foregoing Lines for
the right Understanding of it.
‘AND may at last my weary Age
‘Find out the peaceful Hermitage,
‘The Hairy Gown, and Mossy Cell,
‘Where I may sit, and rightly spell
‘Of every Star that Heav'n doth shew,
‘And every Herb that sips the Dew;
‘'Till old Experience do attain
‘To something like Prophetick Strain.’
There let Time's creeping Winter shed
His hoary Snow around my Head;
And while I feel, by fast Degrees,
My Sluggard Blood wax chill, and freeze,
Let Thought unveil to my fixt Eye
The Scenes of deep Eternity,
Till Life dissolving at the View,
I wake, and find those Visions true!
