What gracious texts hast thou to grief applied;
Till thou hast enter’d in thine humble bed,
By lofty hopes and heavenly musings fed;
Then I have seen thy lively looks express
The spirit’s comforts in the man’s distress.
“Then didst thou cry, exulting, ‘Yes, ’tis fit,
’Tis meet and right, my heart! that we submit:’
And wilt thou, Abel, thy new pleasures weigh
Against such triumphs? - Oh? repent and pray.
“What are thy pleasures? - with the gay to sit,