Eye me, blest Providence, and [square my trial]
[To my proportioned strength]! Shepherd, lead on.... 330
The Two Brothers.
Eld. Bro. Unmuffle, ye faint stars; and thou, fair moon,
[That wont’st to love] the traveller’s benison,
[Stoop thy pale visage] through an amber cloud,
[And disinherit Chaos, that reigns here]
In double night of darkness and of shades; 335
Or, if your influence be quite dammed up
With black usurping mists, some gentle taper,