How had it bless’d mankind, and rescued me!
ON
TIME, DEATH, AND FRIENDSHIP.
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
THE EARL OF WILMINGTON.
NIGHT SECOND.
ON TIME, DEATH, AND FRIENDSHIP.
“When the cock crew, he wept”—smote by that eye
Which looks on me, on all: that Power, who bids
This midnight sentinel, with clarion shrill
(Emblem of that which shall awake the dead),
Rouse souls from slumber, into thoughts of heaven.