For thou had’st taken him! thy providence
So order’d it in kind benevolence!
He breath’d his last before the wish’d-for day
When he expected them—he knew not whence
They had to come, nor what a devious way
The white wing’d messenger that bore the news would stray.
XLI.
Urania, goddess of the sacred lay!
Come, touch my languid lips with holy fire,
Brought from divine Parnassus—or convey