And ev’ry work of God at once conceal’d!
“Where am I plunged? with trembling voice I cried,
Ah! why this premature, this sudden night!
What from my view a parent’s looks can hide,
Those looks more cheering than celestial light!
“Vain are affliction’s sobs, or piercing cries;
The fatal mischief baffles all relief!
The healing art no succour can devise,
Nor balm extract from briny tears and grief!
“How should I wander through the gloomy maze,