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Nocturnal Thoughts.
Thus, wrapt in Shades, must I for ever lie?
Will Day for ever close its glorious Eye?
Alas! the cheerless Gloom still mocks my Sight,
And makes its look seem everlasting Night.
In Joshua's Time the Sun and Moon stood still,
And could no more their wonted Task fulfill,
Till he, triumphant, left the bloody Plain,
And by his Arms five num'rous Hosts were slain.
Will Day for ever close its glorious Eye?
Alas! the cheerless Gloom still mocks my Sight,
And makes its look seem everlasting Night.
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And could no more their wonted Task fulfill,
Till he, triumphant, left the bloody Plain,
And by his Arms five num'rous Hosts were slain.
As then, sure now, some Cause, to us unknown,
Forbids the rolling Planets to move on.
Sure some strange Thing is working, and the Sun
Must stay, to see th' important Business done.
But haste, bright Ruler of all-chearing Day,
Shine on a Wretch that mourns thy absent Ray.
Phoebus at last has heard my ardent Pray'r,
And comes with living Light to end my Care;
Once more he does the shady Night controul,
And with refreshing Beams revives my Soul.
Forbids the rolling Planets to move on.
Sure some strange Thing is working, and the Sun
Must stay, to see th' important Business done.
But haste, bright Ruler of all-chearing Day,
Shine on a Wretch that mourns thy absent Ray.
Phoebus at last has heard my ardent Pray'r,
And comes with living Light to end my Care;
Once more he does the shady Night controul,
And with refreshing Beams revives my Soul.
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