. Night thoughts. ng rallies, and wakes evry ere thy prime I and in thy bridal hour! 150And when kind fortune, with thy lover, smild!And when high-flavourd thy fresh opning joys!And when blind Man pronouncd thy bliss complete!And on a foreign shore; where strangers wept!Strangers to thee; and, more surprising still, 155 Strangers to kindness, wept: Their eyes let fallInhuman tears; strange tears; that trickled downFrom marble hearts! obdurate tenderness!A tenderness that calld them more severe;In spite of Natures soft persuasion, steeld; 160 While Nature melted, Superstition ravd;T
. Night thoughts. ng rallies, and wakes evry ere thy prime I and in thy bridal hour! 150And when kind fortune, with thy lover, smild!And when high-flavourd thy fresh opning joys!And when blind Man pronouncd thy bliss complete!And on a foreign shore; where strangers wept!Strangers to thee; and, more surprising still, 155 Strangers to kindness, wept: Their eyes let fallInhuman tears; strange tears; that trickled downFrom marble hearts! obdurate tenderness!A tenderness that calld them more severe;In spite of Natures soft persuasion, steeld; 160 While Nature melted, Superstition ravd;That mournd the dead; and this denyd a grave! Their sighs incensd; sighs foreign to the will!Their will the tyger suckd, outragd the oh! the curst ungodliness of zeal! 165 AVhile sinful flesh relented, spirit nursdIn blind Infallibilitys sainted spirit petrifyd the breast;Denyd the charity of dust, to spreadOer dust! a charity their dogs enjoy. 170 What could I do? what succour? what resource?. ff^ - fVty/r^j^ ffiy//^ >.)/f/royf A^J(-i/o; ;?;. XBtptmsta/ljo fJlL^fbiTn. NARCISSA. 47 With pious sacrilege a grave I stole; With impious piety that grave I wrongd; Short in my duty, cow^ard in my grief! More like her murderer than friend, I crept 175 With soft suspended step, and, muffld deep In midnight darkness, whisperd my last sigh. I whisperd what should echo thro their realms: Nor writ her name, whose tomb should pierce the skies. Presumptuous fear! how durst I dread her foes, 180 While Natures loudest dictates I obeyd ? Pardon necessity, blest shade! of grief And indignation rival bursts 1 pourd; Half-execration mingld with my prayr; Kindld at man, while I his God adord: 185 Sore grudgd the savage land her sacred dust; Stampd the cursd soil; and with humanity (Denyd Narcissa) wishd them all a grave. Glows my resentment into guilt? what guiltCan equal violations of the dead! 190 Th
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