Who fled the Summons or who look’d appall’d.
The timid parent, when the Son would cry
“To breathe is Joy, to live is Extacy;
To feel this pleasure ever strong and new,
And wish that every being felt it too”—
“Beware, my Tracy! let these Spirits sleep
And for the days of certain sorrow keep!
Kind [are] thy wishes, but are all in vain: 130
There will be Griefs, Sighs, Sufferings and pain!
Waste not the strength that [a] Kind Heaven affords