IN those cold Regions which no Summers chear, When brooding darknesscovers half the year, To hollow Caves the shivering Natives go, Bears range abroad and hunt in tracks of Snow; But when the tedious Twilight wears away And Stars grow paler at the approach of Day, The longing crowds to frozen Mountains run, Happy who first can see the glimmering Sun; The surly Salvage Off-spring disappear; And curse the bright Successor of the Year. Yet though rough Bears in covert seek defence, White Foxes stay with seeming Innocence; That crafty kind with day-light can dispense. Still we are throng'd so full with @3Reynard's@1 race That Loyal Subjects scarce can find a place: Thus modest Truth is cast behind the Crowd, Truth speaks too Low, Hypocrisie too Loud. Let them be first to flatter in success; Duty can stay, but Guilt has need to press. Once, when trueZeal the Sons of God did call, To make their solemn show at Heaven's @3White-hall@1, The fawning Devil appear'd among the rest And made as good a Courtier as the best. The friends of @3Job@1, who rail'd at him before, Came Cap in hand when he had three times more. Yet, late Repentance may perhaps be true; Kings can forgive, if Rebels can but sue. A Tyrant's Pow'r in rigour is exprest: The Father yearns in the true Prince's breast. We grant an Ore'grown Whig no grace can mend, But most are Babes that know not they offend. The Crowd, to restless motion still enclin'd, Are clouds that rack according to the wind. Driv'n by their Chiefs, they storms of Hailstones pour, Then mourn, and soften to a silent showre. O welcome to this much offending land The Prince that brings forgiveness in his hand! Thus Angels on glad messages appear; Their first Salute commands us not to fear: Thus Heav'n, that cou'd constrain us to obey, (With rev'rence if we might presume to say,) Seems to relax the rights of Sov'reign sway, Permits to Man the choice of Good and Ill. And makes us Happy by our own Free-will. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THALATTA! THALATTA!; CRY OF THE TEN THOUSAND by JOSEPH BROWNLEE BROWN A DAY DREAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE IN THE GARDEN (1) by EMILY DICKINSON COUNTER-ATTACK by SIEGFRIED SASSOON MY BALD HEAD by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE GREAT ADVENTURE (WITH ACKNOWLEDGMENTS TO GEORGE MATTHEW ADAMS) by BERTON BRALEY |