But Summer’s Breath will balmy Influence bring.”
As Billows beat upon the peb’ly Shore,
Nor reach the Place which Others past before; 530
Yet in short Time the bolder Waves press on,
And the faint marks of humbler kind are gone;
Till at the highest Mark the Waves ascend
And there their Prowess and the Progress end—
So in departing Life our days appear:
One, fiercely threatening speaks, the Period near;
A fairer Kind succeed, so soft and mild