When I behold a mist arise,
Straight to the same astonish'd eyes
Th' ascending clouds do represent
20A scene of th' smoking firmament.
Oft when I hear a blustering wind
With a tempestuous murmur join'd,
I fancy, Nature in this blast
Practises how to breathe her last,
Or sighs for poor Man's misery,
Or pants for fair Eternity.