“And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction drest.
“In buskin’d measures move
“Pale Grief, and pleasing Pain,
“With Horror, Tyrant of the throbbing breast.
“A voice, as of the Cherub Choir,
“Gales from blooming Eden bear;
“And distant warblings lessen on my ear,
“That lost in long futurity expire.
“Fond impious Man, think’st thou yon sanguine cloud,
“Rais’d by thy breath, has quench’d the Orb of day?