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Was e'er the Grave or Regions of the Night,
Yet trod by thee, or open'd to thy Sight?
Has Death disclos'd to thee her gloomy State,
The Ghastly Forms, the various Woes that wait
In terrible array before her awful Gate?
Know'st thou where Darkness bears eternal Sway,
Or where the Source of everlasting Day?
Say, why the driving Hail with rushing Sound
Pours from on high, and rattles on the ground?
Why hover Snows, down-wav'ring by degrees,
Shine from the Hills, or glitter from the Trees?
Say, why in lucid Drops, the balmy Rain
With sparkling Gems impearls the spangled Plain?
Or gath'ring in the Vale, a Current flows,
And on each Flow'r a sudden Spring bestows?
Say, why with gentle Sighs the Evening Breeze
Salutes the Flow'rs, or murmurs thro' the Trees!
Yet trod by thee, or open'd to thy Sight?
Has Death disclos'd to thee her gloomy State,
The Ghastly Forms, the various Woes that wait
In terrible array before her awful Gate?
Know'st thou where Darkness bears eternal Sway,
Or where the Source of everlasting Day?
Say, why the driving Hail with rushing Sound
Pours from on high, and rattles on the ground?
Why hover Snows, down-wav'ring by degrees,
Shine from the Hills, or glitter from the Trees?
Say, why in lucid Drops, the balmy Rain
With sparkling Gems impearls the spangled Plain?
Or gath'ring in the Vale, a Current flows,
And on each Flow'r a sudden Spring bestows?
Say, why with gentle Sighs the Evening Breeze
Salutes the Flow'rs, or murmurs thro' the Trees!
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