The Soul can scarce above the Body rise,
And all we see is with Corporeal Eyes;
Life now does scarce one Glimpse of Light display,
We mourn in Darkness and despair of Day;
That nat'ral Light, once drest with Orient Beams,
Is now diminish'd, and a Twilight seems,
A miscellaneous Composition made,
Of Night, and Day, of Sun-shine, and of Shade.
Thro' an uncertain  now we look,
And find That, , which for  we took.
So Rays projected from the  Skies,
Shew the false Day before the Sun can rise.