Now stoop from that celestial sphere
Where Music is the voice of Praise!
THE WORLD[16].
INTENDED AS AN APOLOGY FOR NOT WRITING.
BY A LADY.
Wide Habitation of the Sons of Men,
Wherein the seeds of vice and virtue lie
Mix’d, like the undigested Elements
Ere Chaos lost his kingdom; where blind Chance
With Passion holds divided anarchy;
O! who can rightly scan thee, or describe?