To teach the uses of adversity,
She said, alas! who better learn’d than I
In that sad school! Methinks if ye would know
How visitations of calamity
Affect the pious soul, ’tis shown ye there!
Look yonder at that cloud, which through the sky
Sailing alone, doth cross in her career
The rolling Moon! I watch’d it as it came,
And deem’d the deep opake would blot her beams
But, melting like a wreath of snow, it hangs