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On the Mole.
I
By Niggard unkind Nature IAm doomed to perpetual Night;
In my dark solitude I ly,
And hate, what all do Love, the Light.
My days from nights no difference have,
But all my Life I'm in my Grave.
II
I'm Earth's bowels seek my prey,In cursed solitude remain,
In those dark Regions, where no Ray
May help to ease me of my pain:
Doubly accurs'd, that have no sight,
Or, had I, am debarr'd the Light!
III
Once I was an Æthereal mind(It learn'd Antiquity ought know)
But cloy'd with Joys of Heavenly kind,
I long'd for Pleasures here below:
Till angry Heaven from thence me thrust,
And set my Mansion in the Dust.
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IV
Now Blind, who once did Glory see,And dwelt in the Æthereal Air:
From Heaven, and thoughts of it, I fly,
And do all Commerce with it fear.
In caverns deep my Seat I place,
And shun, as guilty men, Heaven's face.
V
The starting, trembling, Guilty Soul,And Conscience, that awake doth keep,
Might seek for shelter with the Mole;
And fix her habitation deep.
But tell me where a troubled mind,
A Dungeon deep enough shall find!
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